Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

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    Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

    It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell
    His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell
    Through all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed
    His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked like this:

    Throughout the land his gallant band in many a song did star
    With Biceps dead, and Pretty Boy fled, and Boothill claimed Bill Star
    Though the best are gone, he still rides from Leeds to Carter Bar
    Weedy and few his motley crew
    And here they are:

    His purse was lined with empty air, his wherewithall was low
    The last good swag to pad his lag was 40 years ago
    His motley band were out of hand, their breakfast they had missed
    Then travellers two hove into view
    And he challenged them like this.

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    The stranger turned to his lady fair
    A smile played on his lips
    What's the deal, are they for real
    they've been taking too many trips
    No gold need we, we travel free, here's something we won't miss
    A treasure map from Gabby the Flap
    And he gave it him like this:

    His glasses perched upon his nose the map he carefully sussed
    Each robber's eye filled with surprise, there's gold in it for us
    The strangers waved the band goodbye but they did not see them go
    Hirem got his compass out, said follow me lads, Westard Ho

    Then had not gone but 20 yards when a pieman they did spy
    They smacked their lips with hunger keen - my kingdom for a pie
    The peddlar twinkled once or twice
    Not one word did he say
    With snake-like eyes he shouted 'pie'
    and he struck him on the head with the tray

    At that moment Hirem Pawnitof attained enlightenment.

    Come on said Hirem laughing much
    Let's see what's down this road
    His troop were dropping, wearily stooping
    men of no fixed a bode
    Just then a milkmaid Hirem spied
    their hearts were filled with bliss
    Like long lost friends who meet again
    they fondly kissed like this
    I need a man around the place
    the milkmaid breathed with charm
    And Hirem twirled his long mustache and took her by the arm
    The last we heard they all lived there
    doing what the law allows
    They all ate breakfast every day, happily growing cows.

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    Composition: Mike Heron

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