The Meteors - The Phantom Rider lyrics

Here's to the robbers of old England My horse spits fire when the night is cold I've been robbing all the gentlefolk since I was nine years old stand and deliver your money or your life give it up to the phantom rider I work along the highways that lead to London town taking on the coaches that come from miles around out from the dark I come pistols In me hands show your pockets to the phantom rider Well I done my best for old King George fighting for this land I got nothing left when I come home except these pistols in me hands I smile at all the ladies as I rob all the gents I always was a sinner boys no cause now to repent and when the all are cursing me and damning me to hell I say too late for the phantom rider Well I never robbed nobody that never had enough carve this on my headstone won't you f** life is rough oh well I hear they wanna hang me a thousand guineas paid l have to watch it now boys coz some one might get brave and for the sake of looking good Ill have to put him in his grave sent to god by the phantom rider so I am a highwayman I'm living life I'm free but I know somewhere there's a rope and its waiting just for me the magistrate is on my back to see if I should slip he wants to bang me up in Newgate jail and swing me from the gyb but as my face is turning blue il spit right in his eye there ain't no grave can hold the phantom rider no you won't catch the phantom rider you can't hang the phantom rider