Though A Wicked Life I Led (Lyrics Trad And Ian Inkster (Chorus) , Music Ian Inkster) Poem by Dr Ian Inkster

Though A Wicked Life I Led (Lyrics Trad And Ian Inkster (Chorus) , Music Ian Inkster)



I the scriptures have fulfilled
Though a wicked life I led
When the naked I beheld
I've clothed them and fully fed;
Sometime in a coat of winter's pride,
Sometime in one of russet grey,
The naked I've clothed and the hungry I've fed
And the rich I've sent empty away.

Yes they call me a highwayman, and a bandit too
A savage ruffian without any face.
Though they see me bad and worthless through and through
I take and give with good grace

Yes they call me a highwayman, and a bandit too
A savage ruffian without any face.
They see me and they call out such a hullabaloo
They'll meet me again some place.


He was a wild and wicked blade
On the highroad did he hie
But at last was tried and cast
And condemned he was to die.

When before the Judge he came
And at the Bar he did stand
For no pardon he did ask
But boldly he held up his hand
Declared to truth before the Judge
Who was to try him then-
I hope my Lord you'll pardon me
I'm not the worst of men
CHORUS

Though A Wicked Life I Led (Lyrics Trad And Ian Inkster (Chorus) , Music Ian Inkster)
Monday, February 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: apology,humour,wickedness
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Though A Wicked Life I Led

This ballad was published as ‘Turpin's Appeal to the Judge in His Defence', printed and sold by J.Pitts 6 Great Saint Andrews Street, Seven Dials. For details see H.G.Harper, Half-hours with the Highwaymen, London,1908, II p.235. This does not mean this was its original birth and there are various versions.

The repeated but modified chorus is mine.

As Harper in his book states, the balladeers ‘did not pretend to historical accuracy, or to grammar, scansion or anything but a rude way of appealing to the feelings of the rustics, whose lives of unrelenting toil for poor wages embittered them more than they knew against the rich [vol2 p234]. Of course the judge had no time for such a plea, if Turpin could not repent ‘For what is done and past, You say the hungry you've clothed and fed, But you must die at Last'. The two choruses I have added for better scansion and melodic balance may not have much eased the poor chap's mind!

Ian Inkster October 2017, Lescala.
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