| It’s of a famous highwayman a story I will tell
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| His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell
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| Through all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed
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| His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked like this:
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| Throughout the land his gallant band in many a song did star
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| With Biceps dead, and Pretty Boy fled, and Boothill claimed Bill Star
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| Though the best are gone, he still rides from Leeds to Carter Bar
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| Weedy and few his motley crew
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| And here they are:
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| His purse was lined with empty air, his wherewithall was low
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| The last good swag to pad his lag was 40 years ago
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| His motley band were out of hand, their breakfast they had missed
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| Then travellers two hove into view
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| And he challenged them like this.
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| The stranger turned to his lady fair
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| A smile played on his lips
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| What’s the deal, are they for real
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| they’ve been taking too many trips
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| No gold need we, we travel free, here’s something we won’t miss
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| A treasure map from Gabby the Flap
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| And he gave it him like this:
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| His glasses perched upon his nose the map he carefully sussed
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| Each robber’s eye filled with surprise, there’s gold in it for us
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| The strangers waved the band goodbye but they did not see them go
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| Hirem got his compass out, said follow me lads, Westard Ho
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| Then had not gone but 20 yards when a pieman they did spy
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| They smacked their lips with hunger keen — my kingdom for a pie
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| The peddlar twinkled once or twice
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| Not one word did he say
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| With snake-like eyes he shouted 'pie'
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| and he struck him on the head with the tray
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| At that moment Hirem Pawnitof attained enlightenment.
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| Come on said Hirem laughing much
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| Let’s see what’s down this road
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| His troop were dropping, wearily stooping
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| men of no fixed a bode
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| Just then a milkmaid Hirem spied
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| their hearts were filled with bliss
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| Like long lost friends who meet again
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| they fondly kissed like this
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| I need a man around the place
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| the milkmaid breathed with charm
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| And Hirem twirled his long mustache and took her by the arm
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| The last we heard they all lived there
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| doing what the law allows
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| They all ate breakfast every day, happily growing cows. |