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Thread #57742   Message #909689
Posted By: Joe Offer
14-Mar-03 - 03:40 AM
Thread Name: Chords Req: The Naked Highwayman (Steve Tilston)
Subject: ADD: The Naked Highwayman (Tilston)
I see that I requested this song back in 1997. Lo and behold, the "Jewel in the Crown" CD was on the shelf in my room - and my records show I bought the CD in 1996.
-Joe Offer-



THE NAKED HIGHWAYMAN
(Steve Tilston)

As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure,
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure.
A brace of pistols duly primed, a sabre fit to shave on,
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon.

I didn't hear her dainty step as she appeared before me:
A face to charm a singing bird with words that did implore me.
"Can you help me sir?" she said, "I fear the time is near run
For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon."

All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. (repeat)

So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water,
As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant's daughter.
So I thought I'd try my luck and do my best to charm her.
Said I was the only son of a country farmer.

"Your hands they are as smooth as silk,
They never touched a plough sir
And I suppose these pistols help you milking of your cows."
She looked at me with mocking eyes as coal-black as a raven
And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon.

All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
Of the time that I become a naked highwayman. (repeat)

Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter,
Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant's daughter.
When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols token,
With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon.

In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires,
Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars.
Then I heard the London coach and I was all a-shiver;
A lady's voice was calling out: "Stand-to and deliver!"

All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
Of the time that I became a naked highway man. (repeat)

"Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me.
It's hangèd for a sheep or murder in the first degree."
She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistol,
And relieved the London coach of the gold of Bristol.

And it's up she's mounted on my horse and rode into the distance
And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance.
No more I'll play the highwayman, no more I'll put the mask on,
I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon,

All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. (repeat)

As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure,
I planned to rob the London coach and rake it at my leisure.
A brace of pistols duly primed, a sabre fit to shave on,
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon.

"The Naked Highwayman is a romp, filled with table turning, trickery and good old- fashioned stand and delivery. By all accaunts female cabinpersons and highwaypersons did exist. And why not? Where are they now? Were the men all so optically challenged? Or was it more a case of 'None as blind as them that don't want t'see?"
Steve Tilston