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Break
I was a highwayman,
Along the coach roads I did ride,
With sword and pistol by my side,
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade,
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade,
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five,
But I am still alive,