We were twenty or thirty
Brigands in a band
All dressed in white
In the style of, you hear me
All dressed in white
In the style of merchants

The first theft
That I did in my life
Is to have picked
The purse of a, you hear me
Is to have picked
The purse of a priest

I entered all in the room
My God, it was big
I found a thousand crowns
I put my hand, you hear me
I found a thousand crowns
I put my hand on it

I entered into a den
My God, it was high
Of dresses and coats
I loaded three, you hear me
Of dresses and coats
I loaded three carts

I carried them to sell
At the fair in Holland
I sold them at the market
They cost me nothing, you hear me
I sold them at the market
They cost me nothing

These gentlemen from Grenoble
With their long robes
And their square caps
Soon had me, you hear me
And their square caps
Soon had me judged

They judged me to hang
Ah, it's hard to hear
To hang, strangled
In the market square, you hear me
To hang, strangled
In the market square

Climbed on the gallows
I looked at France
I saw my companions
In the shadow of a, you hear me
I saw my companions
In the shadow of a bush

Companions of misery
Go tell my mother
That she will not see me again
I'm a lost child, you hear me
That she will not see me again
I'm a lost child

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