The Highwayman goes galloping
Along the London road
And when he meets his victim
His gunpowder will explode

The Highwayman is riding
Three corners on his hat
And when he’s stolen his weight in gold
He’ll eat until he’s fat

The Highway man he nears
A rolling wooden carriage
But what he doesn’t know is
He’s about to kill his marriage

The Highwayman he hollers
“Your money or your life”
“Is that you dear?” comes the answer
He was about to shoot his wife.

The Highwayman Goes Riding - A short funny poem about a marital near-miss.