Marilyn Shepperson

(4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

The Highwaymen


In their tricorn hats and black masks
With silver buckes on their shoes
A sharp cutlass by their sides
On a fine, strong horse
And brandishing a pair of pistols
They must have cut quite a figure
With the well known cry of
' Stand and deliver
Your money or your life'
There were many highwaymen
Highway women as well
Who lived the lonely, dangerous life
Of robbery and extortion
Holding up private and mail coaches
Or lone travellers
On Hounslow Heath, on the way
To and from, London
Dick Turpin, Jack London
To name but two
Of the many that ended their short lives
Shot or as paupers, in unmarked graves
Or swinging from Tyburn's Tree.

Submitted: Friday, September 15, 2006
Edited: Monday, October 03, 2011

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