Текст песни
Young Morgan he be caught at last
Her trials he is laying
And isn't it a pity that young man should die
Out of this world is going
Standing bold like John o'Gaunt
The world will soon admire
To see such a tall and swaggering blade
All in my rich attire
For such a tall and swaggering blade
All out for gold and plunder
With spirit caught and courage bold
And a voice that's loud like thunder
After sweetmeat there comes sour sauce
Which sets my heart to weeping
For now alas I'm tried and caused
Out of this world I am going
As I came through the city gate
I heard some people talking
Young Morgan he has confessed and lost
His friends must follow after
I heard it through St. Giles' pound
Through Newgate and the City
Oh isn't it a pity that young man should die
He rides so high and pretty
But why should I refuse to die
Now here or ever after
The captain he leads on the van
His friends must follow after