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.      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.