Bad Guy

Son oh son what have you done You're bound for Botany Bay Now come all you wild and you reckless youths wherever that you be I would have you quit night-walking and shun bad company I was born and bred in Whitby town and raised up honestly Until I became a sporting lad which proved my destiny I broke into some lady's house about the hour of three Two peelers stood behind the door and they got quick hold of me It bein' at the March assizes the judge to me did say Now the jury has found you guilty, lad, you must go to Botany Bay And it's Oh to see me aged father a-trembling at the bar Likewise my own dear mother, she 's a-tearing her grey hair Crying It bein' on the twenty-third of March from England bore away And as we sailed down the Humber we heard the sailors there Crying Boys oh boys there are no joys Down there in Botany Bay Now there is a girl in Whitby town, a girl I love so well And if ever I get me liberty it's with her I will dwell And it's The Whitby Lad is on the Watersons' Yorkshire Garland. From the sleeve notes- The Whitby Lad A big family of highwaymen and poacher songs interbred with a family of transportation songs to produce a large number of offspring all resembling each Son oh son what have you done You're bound for Botany Bay Now come all you wild and you reckless youths wherever that you be I would have you quit night-walking and shun bad company I was born and bred in Whitby town and raised up honestly Until I became a sporting lad which proved my destiny I broke into some lady's house about the hour of three Two peelers stood behind the door and they got quick hold of me It bein' at the March assizes the judge to me did say Now the jury has found you guilty, lad, you must go to Botany Bay And it's Oh to see me aged father a-trembling at the bar Likewise my own dear mother, she 's a-tearing her grey hair Crying It bein' on the twenty-third of March from England bore away And as we sailed down the Humber we heard the sailors there Crying Boys oh boys there are no joys Down there in Botany Bay Now there is a girl in Whitby town, a girl I love so well And if ever I get me liberty it's with her I will dwell And it's The Whitby Lad is on the Watersons' Yorkshire Garland. From the sleeve notes- The Whitby Lad A big family of highwaymen and poacher songs interbred with a family of transportation songs to produce a large number of offspring all resembling each