'Stand and deliver' all of your things, <br />Gold and silver, lockets and rings. <br />Hand over your jewelry, however fine, <br />This cutlass and pistol say they are mine. <br /> <br />Don't get any notions, before you depart, <br />Or you'll get a pistol ball, right through the heart. <br />Ladies and gentlemen, your valuables please, <br />Hand them to me, and I'll grant your release. <br /> <br />I'm just a poor soul on the King's Highway, <br />Now that you've contributed be on your way. <br />Your life's have been spared, you've met my demands, <br />Now please take your leave of The Highway Man. <br /> <br />And off drove the coach, in a cloud of dust, <br />The highwayman stood laughing there in the road. <br />In his chest beat the heart of a man who was just, <br />He fought against the tyranny, of King George III. <br /> <br />On his black gelding, In his burlap mask, <br />He roamed both near and far. <br />He took on the hard and impossible task, <br />Of fighting the Redcoats in his own private war. <br /> <br />The Highway Man galloping off in the night, <br />Bringing fear to the English host. <br />One man against all the English might, <br />Fighting for the new land he loved the most. <br /> <br />8/17/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-highway-man-2/
