Horrible Histories - Dick Turpin Or Stand And Deliver Lyrics
Everyone thinks they know the storyOf Dick Turpin's highway gloryBut my past was far more goryWas no saintYou think life is one big anticMy profession is romanticHate to be pedanticBut it ain'tHAAs a butcher down in Essex I was handy with a knifeHad a sideline as a poacher led a lest than honest lifeA notorious gang of GregoryLiked my stile and dedicationThey signed me up and gave meA real robber's educationWe rampaged through the Essex farmsWe stole and robbed and foughtBut when the law came for usI escaped and they got caughtI became I highway manWas daylight robberyHAI was no prince charmingNothing dandy about meHAThe truth is, I was violentAnd with my good mate, Matt KingRobbed travelers at gunpointMoney, watches, anything!My horse wasn't called black BessAlthough that's what you've readWas no romantic heroShot but one but two men deadThe legend that surrounds meMisses out the crucial partI was a ruthless killerWith a ruthless killer's heartI was a vicious highwaymanA source of pain and tearsHAWhen you hear how my story endsYou won't believe your earsHAI ran away to YorkshireChanges my name to John PalmerWas sent to prisonStealing chickens from a farmerWrote a letter to my familyA plea it did relateThe postman saw the envelopeAnd here's the twist of fateHe had taught me how to writeSo he'd knew I'd lied"that's not John Palmer's hand!That's Dick Turpin's!" he cried!I was a vicious highway manMy crimes had brought me fameHAWas stitched up by a postieThat's not glamorousTHAT'S LAME!HANo more stand and deliverYou'll remember this I hopeHAIt's no fun hanging with highwaymenWhen you're...Hanging from a rope!
