THE HIGHWAYMAN    I was a highwayman  Along the coach roads I did ride  With sword and pistol by my side  Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade  Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade  The bastards hung me in the spring of '25  But I am still alive    I was a sailor  I was born upon the tide  And with the sea I did abide  I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to Mexico  I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow  And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed  But I am living still    I was a dam builder  Across the river deep and wide  Where steel and water did collide  A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado  I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below  They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound  But I am still around..  I'll always be around, and around, and around, and around, and around..    I'll fly a starship  Across the Universe divide  And when I reach the other side  I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can  Perhaps I may become a highwayman again  Or I may simply be a single drop of rain  But I will remain  And I'll be back again  and again, and again, and again, and again...