Intro: Come all you wild and wicked youths wherever you may be I pray you give attention and listen unto me I was brought up in Warwickshire, my parents raised me well My name it is young Henry, a tale to you I'll tell I and five more went one night to Squire Dunhill's park All hoping we could get some game, the night it did prove dark But to our great misfortune, we were trepanned with speed And sent away to Warwick gaol, which caused my heart to bleed It was at the March assizes, to the bar we did repair Like Job we stood with patience to hear our sentence there Being caught with old offenders, our case it did go hard My sentence was for fourteen years, I was quickly sent on board Instrumental: