John Ryan & Black Davy (written by McQuillin and arranged by Doug Bischoff)Black Davy's riding on down the post road Thinkin' of silver, thinkin' of gold Wonderin' why all the nights are so cold Who will you be with when you are old? Chorus: Highwayman, highwayman, what do you dream? Are you a gentleman, serving the Queen? Are you a rich man, servants by your side? Or do you dream of another man's bride? Her hair was dark and all pinned up with gold Her lips were red and her eyes were so bold You long to have her but the price would be your soul What kind of woman takes money to hold? (chorus) When nights were warmer and your soul was young There were so many things you would not have done But when you've danced all night and sang the songs you've sung You'll pay the piper, and now the price has come! (chorus) You've stolen silver and gold at her command You'd have given everything you have to make her stand But you could never steal enough to win her hand And now she's married and left you to hang! (chorus) |
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