Lyrics Naked Highwayman - Fairport Convention
As
I
rode
out
one
summer's
day
for
profit
and
for
pleasure
I
planned
to
rob
the
London
coach
and
take
it
at
my
leisure
A
brace
of
pistols
duly
primed,
a
saber
fit
to
shave
on
I
waited
underneath
the
trees
that
lined
the
banks
of
Avon
I
didn't
hear
her
dainty
step
as
she
appeared
before
me:
A
face
to
charm
a
singing
bird
with
words
that
did
implore
me
"Can
you
help
me
sir?"
she
said,
"I
fear
the
time
is
near
run
For
me
to
cross
before
the
tide
swells
the
banks
of
Avon."
All
you
roving
fellows
listen,
while
you
can
Of
the
time
that
I
became
a
naked
highwayman
All
you
roving
fellows
listen,
while
you
can
Of
the
time
that
I
became
a
naked
highwayman
So
gallantly
I
did
dismount
and
walked
into
the
water
As
she
told
me
that
she
was
a
wealthy
merchant's
daughter
So
I
thought
I'd
try
my
luck
and
do
my
best
to
charm
her
Said
I
was
the
only
son
of
a
country
farmer
"Your
hands
they
are
a
smooth
as
silk,
they
never
touched
a
plough
sir
And
I
suppose
these
pistols
help
you
milking
of
your
cows."
She
looked
at
me
with
mocking
eyes
as
coal-black
as
a
raven
And
then
she
fell
into
my
arms
beside
the
banks
of
Avon
Her
honeyed
lips,
I
was
beguiled,
a
lamb
led
to
the
slaughter
Eventually
I
fell
asleep
in
the
arms
of
the
merchant's
daughter
When
I
awoke
I
was
alone,
my
clothes
and
pistols
taken
With
just
the
leaves
to
hide
my
shame
beside
the
banks
of
Avon
In
vain
I
tried
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
city
spires
Running
like
a
rabbit
through
the
bushes
and
the
briars
Then
I
heard
the
London
coach
and
I
was
all
a-shiver
A
lady's
voice
was
calling
out:
"Stand-to
and
deliver!"
"Your
money
or
your
life
I'll
have,
it's
all
the
same
to
me.
It's
Hanged
for
a
sheep
or
murder
in
the
first
degree."
She
stood
there
in
my
overcoat,
brandishing
my
pistols
And
reliever
the
London
coach
of
the
gold
of
Bristol
And
it's
up
she's
mounted
on
my
horse
and
rode
into
the
distance
And
I
went
naked
to
the
coach
begging
for
assistance
No
more
I'll
play
the
highwaymen,
nor
more
I'll
put
the
mask
on
I'll
leave
it
to
the
bright-eyed
girl
who
roams
the
banks
of
Avon
As
I
rode
out
one
summer's
day
for
profit
and
for
pleasure
I
planned
to
rob
the
London
coach
and
take
it
at
my
leisure
A
brace
of
pistols
duly
primed,
a
saber
fit
to
shave
on
I
waited
underneath
the
trees
that
lined
the
banks
of
Avon
Album
Fairport Unconventional
1 Adieu Adieu
2 Dirty Linen
3 Meet on the Ledge (Overture)
4 Wings (edit)
5 Lay Down Your Weary Tune
6 A Shattering Live Experience
7 Nottamun Town (alternate version)
8 Come All Ye (Private Rehearsal Tape)
9 Time Is Near
10 Polly on the Shore (Promo Video)
11 Naked Highwayman
12 The Crowd (edit)
13 One Sure Thing (excerpt)
14 Sir B. McKenzie
15 Dear Landlord (outtake)
16 I Don't Believe You (unreleased)
17 Farewell to a Poor Man's Son (unreleased)
18 Sad Song (unreleased)
19 Autopsy (outtake)
20 Maverick Child (outtake)
21 Fiddlestix
22 It's Now or Never
23 The Lady Is a Tramp (unreleased)
24 General Taylor
25 The Accountancy Shanty (unreleased)
26 Sir Patrick Spens (Liege and Lief rehearsal Tape)
27 Here's to Tom Paine
28 Battle of the Somme
29 The Summer Before the War
30 Get Together (Unreleased)
31 Walk Awhile (Bumpers version)
32 Hexhamshire Lass
33 Crazy Man Michael (Liege and Lief Rehearsals)
34 Farewell Farewell (rehearsal Tape)
35 Who Knows Where the Time Goes (Soft acoustic version)
36 Matty Groves (Multi-version)
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