Tim Hardin

The lady came from Baltimore,
All she wore was lace.
She didn't know that I was poor,
She never saw my place.

I was there to steal her money,
Take her rings and run.
But I fell in love with the lady,
Got away with none.

The lady's name was Susan Moore,
Her daddy read the law.
She didn't know that I was poor,
And lived outside the law.

Her daddy said, I was a thief
And didn't marry her for love.
But, I was Susan's true belief,
Married her for love.


The house she lived in had a wall
To keep the robbers out.
She never stopped to think at all
That that's what I'm about.