Chords for Reg Meuross & Phil Beer "Lizzie loved a Highwayman"

[A] So [B] this [G#] is a true [A#] story of Dick Turpin, it's called [A] _
Lizzie _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Loved the Highwayman.
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[A] He was a young man, he had a friend a shepherd born of blood.
Oh [E] lead my girl to motherhood.
[D] _ Didn't he look fine in [A] church today? _
_ [D] In his buckled boots [Bm] and his costume [A] coat and his feathers blue and grey. _ _ _ _ _
_ Young Richard joined the Gregory's, [Bm] all their six boys although he sleeps.
[A] They loved [E] both rich and poor [A] for greed and gain.
_ They broke into their homes at [E] night, [Bm] regardless of their means or [A] might.
They raped, they scalded, they said goodbye to those poor souls who put up a [E] fight.
[A] No one found those desperate [Bm] men, they loved both enemies and [A] friends.
They sold [E] their souls for [A] liberty and gold.
_ _ Lizzie's dreams of home gave way [Bm] to cold nights in a forest cave.
[E] To a husband who she couldn't [A] keep, killed his friend [E] then ran away.
[D] On a stone cold black mare [A] called us they say.
[D] By a full moon's hour [E] he rode to York, two hundred miles [A] away. _ _ _
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_ _ _ With a bounty hide he changed his name.
[Bm] He robbed a deer and a horse and [E] gave the left his father to take [A] the blame.
_ _ _ One day the landlord's fairkeeper, [Bm] the landlord cried, did I know you?
[F#m] And [E] again the drunk kissed his [A] blue, saying let me charge and [E] I'll shoot you too.
[A] From his prison cell he sent a [Bm] note to his brother and inside he [C#m] wrote.
Fine mail, standard [A] witness, and my name.
_ But he wouldn't pay the postage [Bm] due, the letter fell to one who knew.
[E] The writing of the one in the street, [A] who bought the [E] turban out to shame. _
[D] Didn't he look fine in [A] court today? _
[D] In his muckle [Bm] boots and his musky [A] coat and [E] his feathers blue [A] and grey. _ _ _ _ _
Dick turban paid five men to mourn, [Bm] a new coat and shoes stepped out at [E] dawn.
Like a gentleman he bowed along [A] the way. _ _
He stepped up to the hangman's gate [Bm] and felt his leg begin to shake.
He [E] stamped the field [A] with his friend the hangman, [E] half an hour he spent.
[A] And with a proud and noble air [Bm] he leapt from that three-legged hill.
[C#m] And for a while he [A] dangled free, his feathers [E] kissed by morning air.
[D] But mother, didn't [A] he swing well today?
[D] In his muckle boots [Bm] and his musky [A] coat and his [E] feathers blue and [A] grey. _ _
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_ _ _ He buried turban's body, _
[Bm] when the town was fast [A] asleep.
The body snatcher stole his corpse away.
_ _ But an angry crowd went to his [Bm] fame, in preservation of his [E] name.
To save him [F#] from the butcher's [A] blade, and lay to rest the [E] highwayman.
[D] They gave his ring and handsome [A] clothes away.
_ [D] And another woman's [Bm] tears fell, [A] his feathers blue and grey. _
_ _ _ _ _ Oh, Lizzie loved the hangman.
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