THE HIGHWAYMAN
In old Lincolnshire
Dick Turpin ee ‘e wer a luvley lad,
app,n not tu bright.
‘E liked to go aht robbin folk,
on a balmy moon lit night
There wus on wun occasion,
wen a stage coach did approach,
Accompanied by his two mates,
on it’s passage they did encroach.
The coach pulled up a bit sharpish,
wen Dick stepped out from ’t trees,
An’ wen coach wer ‘alted,
you cud ‘ear them ‘ossis weeze.
Then Dick snapped out an order
“nah all of yus dahn ont grahnd”(ground)
“‘Cos app’n ah’m goin’ tu rob yus,
an’ all the men‘l be bahnd.” (bound)
Dick’s mates sed, “that’s not likely,
app’n, that’s the wrong road rahnd, (round)
We should be robbin’ all t’ men,
and women should be bahnd. (bound)
A hand extended from the coach .
and a voice loudly hissed.
“ you leave Mr Turpin alone”
and the hand dropped at the wrist.
Ooh’er said Dick with a leer
to the door on spinning spurs he scurried,
Suddenly the robbery was forgot
and both his mates were worried.
‘Cos Dick was quick as lickerty
split into that coach he run,
But alas alack he was undone
‘cos he were faced wi’ a great big gun.
Well it came to pass that Dick got bold
and over stepped the mark,
And folk got reet fed up
o’ getting’ held up in t’ dark.
Ah meen it wern’t as if he couldn’t work
or wus mebbies sick or summat.
But they stuck a noose arahnd ‘is neck,
and inter the abyss ‘e did plummet.
But Dick ‘ad ‘ad ‘’is fun ah meen,
‘eed bin seen wi’ all the gells, (girls)
An’ app’n ‘e ‘ad lived it up a bit
afore finishin’ up in t’ cold cells.
App’n it might ‘ave bin a bit different
if ‘e’d found another line o’ work,
Instead o’ trimmin’ a gibbet
On the outskirts of York.