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Says I, my Lord, your gold I want,
make no delay but give it,
For if you dont ’tis my intent.
by powder and ball to have it.
I clapt my pistol to his breast,
which made him for to shiver,
Five hundred pounds in ready gold,
to me he did deliver.
His gold, repeating watch likewise,
to me he did surrender,
I thought it a most gallant prize,
when he this gold did tender.
With part of this sad money I got,
I bought a famous gelding,
That over a five bar gate cou’d jump.
I bought him from Mr Fielding.
When I was mounted on my steed,
I looked most bold and daring,
Then to the road I sat with speed,
no man I new was fearing.
That night I robb’d Lord Arkinstone,
nigh unto Covent-Garden,
And two or three hours after that,
I robb’d the Earl of Warren.
