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The Naked Highwayman

Key: C

Introduction:

 C  G  C  G 
Verse
       C 
As I rode out one summer's day, for profit and for pleasure
                                                                                                         G 
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure
     C 
A brace of pistols duly primed, a sabre fit to shave on
                                                                                                             G 
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon
Verse
     C 
I didn't hear her dainty step, as she appeared before me
                                                                                                             G 
A face to charm a singing bird, with words that did implore me
   C 
"Can you help me sir?" she said, "I fear the time is near run
                                                                                                         G 
For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon"
 C                                                                               F 
All you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
           C                                                                               F 
Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
Verse
       C 
So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water
                                                                                                   G 
As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant's daughter
 C 
So I thought I'd try my luck and do my best to charm her
                                                                           G 
Said I was the only son of a country farmer
Verse
             C 
"Your hands they are as smooth as silk, they never touched a plough, sir
                                                                                                   G 
I suppose those pistols help you milking of your cows"
         C 
She looked at me with mocking eyes, as coal-black as a raven
                                                                                                       G 
And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon
 C                                                                               F 
All you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
           C                                                                               F 
Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
Instrumental
 F       Am       D       Am       G 
Verse
         C 
Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter
                                                                                                               G 
Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant's daughter
           C 
When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken
                                                                                                                     G 
With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon
Verse
       C 
In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires
                                                                                                   G 
Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars
 C 
Then I heard the London coach and I was all a-shiver
                                                                                                 G 
A lady's voice was calling out, "Stand-to and deliver!"
 C                                                                               F 
All you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
           C                                                                               F 
Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
Verse
             C 
"Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me
                                                                                                   G 
It's hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree"
         C 
She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistol
                                                                                           G 
And relieved the London coach of the gold of Bristol
Verse
                     C 
And she's up and mounted on my horse and rode into the distance
                                                                                         G 
And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance
       C 
No more I'll play the highwaymen, nor more I'll put the mask on
                                                                                                                           G 
I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon
 C                                                                               F 
All you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
           C                                                                               F 
Come all you roving fellows, listen while you can
 C                                                                               F 
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman
Instrumental
 F       Am       D       Am       G 
Verse
       C 
As I rode out one summer's day, for profit and for pleasure
                                                                                                         G 
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure
     C 
A brace of pistols duly primed, a sabre fit to shave on
                                                                                                             G 
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon
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