The Highwayman

The coach-way along the coast was not only high above the cliff tops but dangerous. Not only was it very windy , it contained many vagabonds and strays plus a certain Highway man. Yes that’s me!!

My name is Swift Nick. I once was a sailor. I have robbed many in my time. Stand and deliver is the usual saying. I prefer give me all you have or I’ll shoot you. Shame there’s just one ball and wet gunpowder in my pistol. Many maid lost their bobbles to my trade.

They hung me in the spring of 25 – but I will survive! I’ll be back again and again and again….

I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of ’25
But I am still alive

I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
With the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner ’round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still

I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around I’ll always be around, and around and around
And around and around and around and around

I’ll fly a starship Across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I’ll come back again, and again And again and again and again and again
And again

This story is inspired by American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMdeg-WKt1U

And I’ll come back again, and again And again and again and again and again And again

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