Intro: 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 gaol My friends they came and tried in vain To get me out on bail The jury found me guilty And the clerk he wrote it down The Judge he passed the sentence I was bound for Charlestown I can see my darling mother Standing at the bar Likewise my dear father Tearing out his hair Tearing out his grey old locks As the tears came trickling down "My son, my son what have you done To be sent to Charlestown?" They placed me on an eastbound train One cold December day And every station we passed through You could hear the people say "There goes the Boston Burglar In cold chains he is bound For one crime or another He is sent to Charlestown" Instrumental: