C F C G Come all you true born Irishmen and listen to my song C F C G C I am a bold buck navvy and I don’t know right from wrong C F C G Of late I’ve been transported from Ireland’s holy shore C 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 state C F C G C The judge will sit upon your crime, this he will relate C F C G I find the prisoner guilty and the law I must lay down C 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 pub C F C G C Go and call the barman landlord then ask him for a sub C F C G Leave him down in Cricklewood mid mortar bricks and lime C 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.