I slept one night within a barn, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.

Next morning she would have me go, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To see with her the wild-beast show, For she would be the ruin of me.

I went with her to see the show, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To steal a purse she was not slow, And so she was the ruin of me.

They took us up, and with her I, A-stealing bread and meat so free: Am sailing now to Botany, So she has been the ruin of me.

I'm sailing across the water, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.

The rye he mores adrey the wesh The kaun-engro and chiriclo; You sovs with leste drey the wesh, And rigs for leste the gono.

Oprey the rukh adrey the wesh Are chiriclo and chiricli; Tuley the rukh adrey the wesh Are pireno and pireni.

The squire he roams the good greenwood, And shoots the pheasant and the hare; Thou sleep'st with him in good green wood, And dost for him the game-sack bear.