It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell
His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell
Through all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed
His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked like this:
Throughout the land his gallant band in many a song did star
With Biceps dead, and Pretty Boy fled, and Boothill claimed Bill Star
Though the best are gone, he still rides from Leeds to Carter Bar
Weedy and few his motley crew, and here they are:
His purse was lined with empty air, his wherewithall was low
The last good swag to pad his lag was 40 years ago
His motley band were out of hand, their breakfast they had missed
Then travellers two hove into view, and he challenged them like this ("stand and deliver, travellers!")
The stranger turned to his lady fair
A smile played on his lips
What's the deal, are they for real
They've been taking too many trips
No gold need we, we travel free, here's something we won't miss
A treasure map from Gabby the Flap
And he gave it him like this:
His glasses perched upon his nose the map he carefully sussed
Each robber's eye filled with surprise, there's gold in it for us
The strangers waved the band goodbye but they did not see them go
Hirem got his compass out, said follow me lads, Westard Ho
His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell
Through all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed
His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked like this:
Throughout the land his gallant band in many a song did star
With Biceps dead, and Pretty Boy fled, and Boothill claimed Bill Star
Though the best are gone, he still rides from Leeds to Carter Bar
Weedy and few his motley crew, and here they are:
His purse was lined with empty air, his wherewithall was low
The last good swag to pad his lag was 40 years ago
His motley band were out of hand, their breakfast they had missed
Then travellers two hove into view, and he challenged them like this ("stand and deliver, travellers!")
The stranger turned to his lady fair
A smile played on his lips
What's the deal, are they for real
They've been taking too many trips
No gold need we, we travel free, here's something we won't miss
A treasure map from Gabby the Flap
And he gave it him like this:
His glasses perched upon his nose the map he carefully sussed
Each robber's eye filled with surprise, there's gold in it for us
The strangers waved the band goodbye but they did not see them go
Hirem got his compass out, said follow me lads, Westard Ho
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