Along the dusty road into the wood land green. <br />'I must hide behind that tree so that I can't be seen. <br />My name is Jack Stubbs and I have a price <br />on my head; in a few months I will probly be dead. <br />I could be hung at Tyburn, another job done <br />or I'll come face to face from the point of a gun. <br />Here comes the coach I have my mask in place; <br />I can't let them coach men see my face. <br />My cloak is pulled down over my steed, and <br />now to do the dirty deed. <br />Stand and Deliver all your booty, ah' what is this <br />a Lady Beauty. I'll have your gems and a kiss as <br />well then I will leave and bid you farewell. <br />That's another job done and away I ride <br />back to my cave where I reside. <br />I have no home or cosy nook, I have to sleep <br />where I can because I am a road rage crook. <br />I am a highwayman, it's a dangerious road <br />I trek. My prospects are the gallows to hang <br />by the neck.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stand-and-deliver/
