| Song | Cutpurse |
| Artist | Irrlichter |
| Album | Aventiure |
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| My masters and friends and good people draw near | |
| Look out for your purses for that I do say | |
| For though little money in them you do bear | |
| I´ll come up behind you and steal it away. | |
| You often are told by the young and the old: | |
| „Beware of the devilish cutpurse so bold!“ | |
| But my thieving will one day be over you´ll see | |
| For I know that the gallows are waiting for me | |
| Young friends you had better been starved by your nurse | |
| Than live to be hanged for cutting a purse | |
| But oh, you vile nation of Cut-purses all! | |
| Relent and repent, and amend, and be sound, | |
| And know that you ought not by honest men's fall | |
| Advance your own fortunes to dye above ground: | |
| And though you go gay in silks, as you may, | |
| It is not the highway to heaven, as they say. | |
| Repent then, repent you, for better for worse, | |
| And kiss not the gallows for cutting a purse. | |
| Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth, | |
| But Dun many times hath been nimbler than both; | |
| Yet you are deceived by many a slut, | |
| But the hangman is only the Cut-purses cut. | |
| It makes you to vex when he bridles your necks, | |
| And then at the last what becomes of your tricks? | |
| But when you should pray, you begin for to curse | |
| The hand that first shewd you to slash at purse. |
| My masters and friends and good people draw near | |
| Look out for your purses for that I do say | |
| For though little money in them you do bear | |
| I ll come up behind you and steal it away. | |
| You often are told by the young and the old: | |
| Beware of the devilish cutpurse so bold!" | |
| But my thieving will one day be over you ll see | |
| For I know that the gallows are waiting for me | |
| Young friends you had better been starved by your nurse | |
| Than live to be hanged for cutting a purse | |
| But oh, you vile nation of Cutpurses all! | |
| Relent and repent, and amend, and be sound, | |
| And know that you ought not by honest men' s fall | |
| Advance your own fortunes to dye above ground: | |
| And though you go gay in silks, as you may, | |
| It is not the highway to heaven, as they say. | |
| Repent then, repent you, for better for worse, | |
| And kiss not the gallows for cutting a purse. | |
| Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth, | |
| But Dun many times hath been nimbler than both | |
| Yet you are deceived by many a slut, | |
| But the hangman is only the Cutpurses cut. | |
| It makes you to vex when he bridles your necks, | |
| And then at the last what becomes of your tricks? | |
| But when you should pray, you begin for to curse | |
| The hand that first shewd you to slash at purse. |
| My masters and friends and good people draw near | |
| Look out for your purses for that I do say | |
| For though little money in them you do bear | |
| I ll come up behind you and steal it away. | |
| You often are told by the young and the old: | |
| Beware of the devilish cutpurse so bold!" | |
| But my thieving will one day be over you ll see | |
| For I know that the gallows are waiting for me | |
| Young friends you had better been starved by your nurse | |
| Than live to be hanged for cutting a purse | |
| But oh, you vile nation of Cutpurses all! | |
| Relent and repent, and amend, and be sound, | |
| And know that you ought not by honest men' s fall | |
| Advance your own fortunes to dye above ground: | |
| And though you go gay in silks, as you may, | |
| It is not the highway to heaven, as they say. | |
| Repent then, repent you, for better for worse, | |
| And kiss not the gallows for cutting a purse. | |
| Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth, | |
| But Dun many times hath been nimbler than both | |
| Yet you are deceived by many a slut, | |
| But the hangman is only the Cutpurses cut. | |
| It makes you to vex when he bridles your necks, | |
| And then at the last what becomes of your tricks? | |
| But when you should pray, you begin for to curse | |
| The hand that first shewd you to slash at purse. |