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No. 19 - Song - Dick - "Farewell to the King's Highway."
| Dick: | Oh, fill me a flagon as high as you please, And look well that the wine be old. For I have a toast I would drink, ere we part, To one fair face that is in this heart That shall soon be cold. This one fair girl, had she cared for me, As I have lov'd her, As I have lov'd her, Why, certain purses one still might see Where they ought to be! Health, for aye, to you! Masters, good day to you! Ladies, a kiss to ye! Your years may be long for laughter and song, But I shall be upon Tyburn Tree, In the morning! |
| I never have told you, for scarcely I know, Never offered you kiss or vow; And lest, little sweetheart, I put you to shame, I'll never breathe to the world your name; But you know all now. So let the devil come claim his own. I've led him a pace, I'll laugh in his face. But say to those who my story tell That I loved one well! Fortune bright to you! Ladies, good night to you! Rascals must have their way! My ghost it may ride a black steed astride, But I shall fade like a phantom shade In the morning upon the Highway! |
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| Chorus: | His ghost it may ride A black steed astride, But he must fade like a spectral shade, |
| Dick: | Farewell to the King's Highway! |
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American Musical Theatre | The Highwayman
Page modified 15 December 2016