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Upcoming Concerts for Hack-Poets Guild

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hack-Poets Guild
Hack-Poets Guild
Performer
Marry Waterson
Marry Waterson
Lead Vocals
Lisa Knapp
Lisa Knapp
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lisa Knapp
Lisa Knapp
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gerry Driver
Gerry Driver
Producer

Lyrics

I am a daring highwayman likewise a gallant rover From London Town I surely came since I became a rover For a maid who proved with child for England I sailed over I left my parents almost wild since I became a rover How many battles I've been in thro' France and Spain and Flanders And always fought with courage bold under my brave commanders But thro' the usage I received no one shall ever control me Resolved for my liberty strong walls never will hold me Back to England's shores I came as fast as wind could blow me Resolved for my liberty, no one should ever control me Back to Englands's shores I came and found my name 'deserted' My parent's heart was almost broke and I was sore afrighted For want of money and friend then poverty come on me For want of money and a friend it brought destruction on me The very first man I ever robbed it was a lord of honour The nobleman I did insult all in a roguish manner Give me all your gold my lord and make no more denial If you resist it is my design with powder and ball to fire I put my pistol to his breast which made him for to shiver Two hundred pounds in brightest gold to me he did deliver Besides a gold repeating watch to me he did surrender I thought I had a noble prize to be thus be-friended With a hundred guineas in bright gold I bought a famous gelding He could jump over the turnpike gate I bought him off Jem Sheldon Now mounted on my gallant steed I looked bold and daring Resolved on the road to go no man I ever did fear him The very next man I robbed it was, it was in Covent Garden And in two hours after well in Newgate I was fastened I have robbed both lords and dukes of silver plate and money All for to maintain myself and for my dearest Polly But now in Newgate cells I lie until I am convicted For my folly I now mercy crave for I am sore afflicted
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