Dick Turpin Songtext

As a butcher down in Essex
I was handy with a knife
Had a sideline as a poacher
Led a less than honest life.

The notorious gang of Gregory
Liked my style and dedication
They signed me up and gave me
A real robber's education.

We rampaged through the Essex farms
We stole and robbed and fought
But when the law came for us
I escaped and they got caught!

I became a highwayman
Was daylight robbery!
I was no Prince Charming
Nothing dandy about me!
The truth is I was violent
And with my good mate Matt King
Robbed travellers at gunpoint
Money, watches, anything!

My horse it wasn't called Black Bess
Although that's what you've read
Was no romantic hero
Shot not one but two men dead!

The legend that surrounds me
Misses out the crucial part
I was a ruthless killer
With a ruthless killer's heart!

Was a vicious highwayman
A source of pain and tears!
When you hear how my story ends
You won't believe your ears!

I ran away to Yorkshire
Changed my name to John Palmer
Was sent to prison after
Stealing chickens from a farmer

Wrote a letter to my family
A plea it did relate
The postman saw the envelope
And here's the twist of fate!

He had taught me how to write
So he knew I'd lied!
"That's not John Palmer's hand-
That's Dick Turpin's!" he cried!

Was a vicious highwayman
My crimes had brought me fame!
Was stitched up by a postie
That's not glamorous- that's lame!

No more stand and deliver
You'll remember this I hope-
It's no fun hanging with highwaymen
When you're hanging from a rope...