In merry England, in the days of old
There were highwaymen, who robbed for gold
The most famous of these men, Dick Turpin was his name
Robbing stage coaches, was his favourite game
Galloping up on Bess, his trusty steed
On the stagecoach driver, he would draw a bead
Stand and deliver was his cry
Hand over your gold, or be prepared to die
After relieving the passengers of their goods
He would gallop off, into the woods
But then one day he made a mistake
For the passengers on the coach, were all fake
Police, is what they were
On capturing him, they dragged him back to the stir
Guilty, said the judge, you must die
Take him out, and hang him high
So to the gallows tree, went he
Where they left him dangling, for all the world to see
