I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
Sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her bottles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide,
I'll always be around, and around, and around, and around, and around
I'll fly a starship