I am a dandy highway man,
I hang out in the wood
Lots of people fear me
And most say I'm no good
I have to make a living
And this is what I do
I steal from gentle ladies
And burly men like you
Astride my black and trusty steed
I gallop through the night
Then silent in my hiding hole
Until the time is right
Then when the coaches come along
I take them by surprise
With not a thought or care for them
Or the terror in their eyes
For I'm a dandy highway man
I hang out in the wood
Lots of people fear me
As lots of people should!

©Catherine Turner-Joll