*As I was rambled down by the water* *I spied in sable the landlord's daughter* *Produced my pistol, then my saber* *So make no whistle or thou will be murdered* *She cursed, she shivered, she cried for mercy* *'My gold and silver if thou will release me'* *I'll take no gold miss, I'll take no silver I'll take those sweet lips, and thou will...Read more