I was born and raised in Boston A place you all know well Brought up by honest parents The truth to you I'll tell Brought up by honest parents and raised most tenderly Til I became a sporting lad At the age of twenty three My character was taken and I was sent to jail My friends they came and tried in vain to get me out on bail The jury found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down The judge he passed the sentence I was bound for Charlestown They placed me on an east bound train, one cold December day And every station we passed through I could hear the people say There goes the Boston burglar in cold chains he is bound For one crime or another he is bound for Charlestown
