The Naked Highwayman

The Naked Highwayman Lyrics

Song	The Naked Highwayman
Artist	Fairport Convention
Album	Jewel In The Crown
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	作词 : 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 saber 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."
	(chorus)
	All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
	Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.
	All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
	Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.
	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 a 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.
	(chorus)
	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 taken,
	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!"
	(chorus)
	"Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me. It's
	Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree."
	She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols,
	And reliever 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 highwaymen, nor more I'll put the mask on,
	I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon.
	(chorus)
	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 saber fit to shave on,
	I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon.

	zuo ci : 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 saber 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."
	chorus
	All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
	Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.
	All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
	Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.
	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 a 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 coalblack as a raven
	And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon.
	chorus
	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 taken,
	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 ashiver
	A lady' s voice was calling out: " Standto and deliver!"
	chorus
	" Your money or your life I' ll have, it' s all the same to me. It' s
	Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree."
	She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols,
	And reliever 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 highwaymen, nor more I' ll put the mask on,
	I' ll leave it to the brighteyed girl who roams the banks of Avon.
	chorus
	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 saber fit to shave on,
	I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon.

	zuò cí : 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 saber 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."
	chorus
	All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
	Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.
	All you roving fellows listen, while you can,
	Of the time that I became a naked highwayman.
	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 a 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 coalblack as a raven
	And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon.
	chorus
	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 taken,
	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 ashiver
	A lady' s voice was calling out: " Standto and deliver!"
	chorus
	" Your money or your life I' ll have, it' s all the same to me. It' s
	Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree."
	She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols,
	And reliever 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 highwaymen, nor more I' ll put the mask on,
	I' ll leave it to the brighteyed girl who roams the banks of Avon.
	chorus
	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 saber fit to shave on,
	I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon.

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