I was a highwayman, Along the coach roads I did ride, With a sword and pistol by my side, Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade,
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade,
The bastards hung me in the spring of '25,
But I am still alive.
The bastards hung me in the spring of '25,
But I am still alive.
31-35, M
