The Highwayman
He
danced with the hempen widow
They danced at Tyburn tree
They
danced and they pranced from its high oaken branch
Till the
soul from his body broke free
And so from the gallows at
Tyburn
To the gibbets of Hounslow Heath
His corpse of ill
fame there hung down in chains
To warn of the fate of a
thief
© 1998 Chris Hill