Horrible Histories - Dick turpin
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[Verse 1]
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Everyone thinks they know the storyN.C.
Of Dick Turpin's highway gloryN.C.
But my past is far more goryN.C.
I was no saintN.C.
You think life is one big anticN.C.
My profession is romanticN.C.
Hate to be pedanticN.C.
But it endsCAs a butcher down in Essex
FI was handy with a knife
AmHad a sideline as a poacher
AmLed a less than honest life
CThe notorious gang of Gregory
FLiked my style and dedication
AmThey signed me up and gave me
AmA real robber's education
[Bridge]
EmWe rampaged through the Essex farms
FWe stole and robbed and fought
AmBut when the law came for us
GI escaped and they got caught
[Chorus]
CI became a Fhighwayman
AmWas daylight robbery
CI was no prince Fcharming
AmNothing dandy about me
[Verse 2]
CThe truth is, I was violent
FAnd with my good mate, Matt King
AmRobbed travellers at gunpoint
AmMoney, watches, anything!
CMy horse it wasn't called Black Bess
FAlthough that's what you've read
AmWas no romantic hero
AmShot not one, but two men dead
[Bridge]
EmThe legend that surrounds me
FMisses out the crucial part
AmI was a ruthless killer
GWith a ruthless killer's heart
[Chorus]
CWas a vicious Fhighwayman
AmA source of pain and tears
CWhen you hear howF my story ends
AmYou won't believe your ears
[Middle 8]
EmI ran away to Yorkshire
FChanged my name to John Palmer
AmWas sent to prison
GAfter stealing chickens from a farmer
EmWrote a letter to my family
FA plea it did relate
AmThe postman saw the envelope
GAnd here's the twist of fate
EmHe had taught me how to write
FSo he knew I'd lied
Am"That's not John Palmer's hand
[Chorus]
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That's Dick Turpin's!" he cried!CWas a viciouFs highwayman
AmMy crimes had brought me fame
CWas stitched upF by a postie
AmThat's not glamourous... that's lame!
CNo more stand Fand deliver
AmYou'll remember this, I hope
CIt's no fun hanFging with highwaymen
N.C.
When you're... hanging from a rope! C