My spurs are rusted, my coat is rent
My plume is damp with rain
And the thistledown and the barley beards
Are thick on my horse's mane.

But my rifle's as bright as my sweetheart's eye,
My arm is strong and free
What care have I for your king or laws?
I'm an outlawed Rapaire,
I'm an outlawed Rapaire.

CH: So lift your glasses friends with mine,
And give your hand to me!
I'm the tyrant's foe,
I'm freedom's friend,
I'm an outlawed Rapaire!

...and I ootshay ackbay.