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