Christy Moore - Cricklewood lyrics

Come all you true born Irishmen
And listen to my song
I am a bold buck navvy and
I don't know right from wrong
Of late I've been transported
From Ireland's holy shore
My case is sad my crime is
Bad I was born poor

Cricklewood Cricklewood
You stole my youth away
I was young and innocent
You were old and grey
If you are born poor me lads
It is a shocking state
The judge will sit upon your crime
And this he will relate
I find the prisoner guilty and the
Law I must lay down
Let him be transported straight
Away to Camden Town

Take him down to Cricklewood and
Leave him in the pub
Call the barman landlord then propose
To him a sub
Leave him down in Cricklewood mid
Mortar bricks and lime
Let him rot in Cricklewood until
The end of time