C F C G Come all you true born Irishmen and listen to my songC F C G C I am a bold buck navvy and I don’t know right from wrongC F C G Of late I’ve been transported from Ireland’s holy shoreC F C G C My case is sad, my crime is bad I was born poor [Chorus]C F C G Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you stole my youth away!C F C G C I was young and innocent, and you were old and grey. [Verse 2]C F C G If you're born poor me lads it is a shocking stateC F C G C The judge will sit upon your crime, this he will relateC F C G I find the prisoner guilty and the law I must lay downC F C G C Let him be transported straight away to Camden Town [Chorus]C F C G Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you stole my youth away!C F C G C I was young and innocent, and you were old and grey. [Verse 3]C F C G Take him down to Cricklewood and leave him in the pubC F C G C Go and call the barman landlord then ask him for a subC F C G Leave him down in Cricklewood mid mortar bricks and limeC F C G C And let him rot in Cricklewood until the end of time. [Chorus]C F C G Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you stole my youth away!C F C G C I was young and innocent, and you were old and grey.C F C G Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you stole my youth away!C F C G C I was young and innocent, and you were old and grey.
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