Fairport Convention – The Naked Highwayman (Guitar)

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As I rode out one summer's day, for profit and for pleasure

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I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure

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A brace of pistols duly primed, a sabre fit to shave on

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I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon

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I didn't hear her dainty step, as she appeared before me

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A face to charm a singing bird, with words that did implore me

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"Can you help me sir?" she said, "I fear the time is near run

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For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon"

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All you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water

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As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant's daughter

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So I thought I'd try my luck and do my best to charm her

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Said I was the only son of a country farmer

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"Your hands they are as smooth as silk, they never touched a plough, sir

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I suppose those pistols help you milking of your cows"

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She looked at me with mocking eyes, as coal-black as a raven

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And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon

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All you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter

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Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant's daughter

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When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken

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With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon

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In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires

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Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars

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Then I heard the London coach and I was all a-shiver

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A lady's voice was calling out, "Stand-to and deliver!"

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All you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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"Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me

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It's hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree"

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She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistol

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And relieved the London coach of the gold of Bristol

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And she's up and mounted on my horse and rode into the distance

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And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance

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No more I'll play the highwaymen, nor more I'll put the mask on

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I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon

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All you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can

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Of the time that I became a naked highwayman

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As I rode out one summer's day, for profit and for pleasure

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I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure

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A brace of pistols duly primed, a sabre fit to shave on

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I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon