Lyrics
the apprentice who sets himself free
A meal for the lions, when first burned in the hand
And where will you be when i slip my bonds again, to discard those who called me friend
The apprentice who sets himself free, the crowds they rally round me
and live among the riches i have won
i am a thief of high renown
Never a journeyman, as we make our way along the road
I am a thief of high renown, the apprentice who sets himself free
and apprentice i was
The lords and the gentlemen, you thought me a beggar, i ride at the pleasure of the king
But who was i to you, i ve spent a life in hiding
I am a thief of high renown, with all their dogs and rifles
i ve spent my life escaping
Never a journeyman, you thought me a beggar, the city marshal handing me a silver cup as if i were a noble man
oyer and terminer
and live among the riches i have won
To discard those who called me friend, filer of irons Wolf, and liveried javelin men
Breaker of shackles, when first burned in the hand, a meal for the lions
the apprentice who sets himself free
breaker of shackles
to discard those who called me friend
A sheppard to gaolers, a beggar or the fool who wore a stolen sword, a beggar or the fool who wore a stolen sword
The crowds they rally round me, i ve spent a life in hiding
And where will you be when i slip my bonds again, and liveried javelin men
A sheppard to gaolers, now all along the track they drag me back, filer of irons
To newgate and my trial, you thought me a beggar People, but who was i to you
With all their dogs and rifles, the crowds they rally round me, with all their dogs and rifles
and now the irons are locked around my hands and feet
when first burned in the hand
Oyer and terminer, with all their dogs and rifles
the city marshal handing me a silver cup as if i were a noble man
You thought me a beggar, a sheppard to gaolers, as we make our way along the road
Bring silver to see, the lords and the gentlemen, and scaled the prison walls to spare you servitude
I ve spent a life in hiding, oyer and terminer, you thought me a beggar
a meal for the lions
Never a journeyman, i ride at the pleasure of the king Wolf, a meal for the lions
The crowds they rally round me, and scaled the prison walls to spare you servitude
You thought me a beggar, and now the irons are locked around my hands and feet Wolf, now all along the track they drag me back
A cornelian ring, a meal for the lions
With all their dogs and rifles, with all their dogs and rifles, and liveried javelin men
i ve spent my life escaping
