( I was born and raised in Bos-ton, a place you all know well, Brought up by honest par-ents, the truth to you Iâ??ll tell. Brought up by honest par-ents, and raised most tenderly, Till I became a sporting lad, at the age of twenty three. My character was ta-ken, and I was sent to jail, My friends they came and tried in vain, to get me out on bail. The jury found me guil-ty, the clerk he wrote it down, The judge he passed my sentence and I was sent to Charlestown. They placed me on an east bound train, one cold December day, And at every station we passed through, you could hear the people say. â??There goes the Boston bur-glar in cold chains he is bound, For one crime or another he is bound for Charlestownâ?�. Instrumental: