It does not bring pleasure to my heart 
To stand and deliver the sorrowful tale 
Of the man who now stands in the rattling cart 
With a mind full of woe and a belly full of ale 
As God is my witness I shall weep with all of thee 
When the drop [bad word] and his legs kick the air 
When the highwayman dances on the Tyburn gallows tree. 
  

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Tell me is there a man in all England 
Who would trade his daily toil 
For a breakneck speed 
For a handsome lass 
For a casket of jewels 
And a life rich and royal. 
  
Pounding hooves on moonlit mile 
Flashing blade in fancies style 
Lifting gold, lifting dresses,  [bad word] from princesses. 

Oh for a week for a night and a day 
For [bad word] of the wind and the pistol's bray. 
Sir! For that life would you gladly be 
A-dancing with the devil on the Tyburn gallows tree. 
  
They call him the Gentleman Highwayman 
They tell me he speaks with a plum in his throat 
But how can you chatter in such [bad word] 
When you've [bad word] in you britches and your neck's in a rope 
When you're [bad word] and screaming and gasping for air 
When your fine leather booties are carving the air? 
You can dance blindfolded as your last dying plea 
For you don't need a teacher or a half-baked preacher 
To learn you how to dance on the Tyburn gallows tree. 
  
Gallows tree, gallows tree, 
How do I love thee gallows tree? 
Still as the dead 
Silent as the sun 
Master of all men 
Lover of none 
Silently waiting ne'er blushing nor chasing 
No asker of secrets 
No teller of lies 
Right hand of blind justice 
Old England's best buttress 
Cold handed deliverer 
Feeder of flies  [bad word] to murder 
Mother of shame 
Gallows tree 
Gallows tree  [bad word] of history 
Gallows tree 
Taker of 
Sweet James Macleane.