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Wylde Nept: Music & Lyrics

The Landlord's Daughter

(Wylde Nept)
2005
Music by Jon Southwood | Lyrics by Westan James

Listen close: The Landlord’s daughter, who works at a smuggler’s Inn, dresses up like her Highwayman lover, and leads the troops away so he can escape. Sweet.

Lovely Brea the landlord’s daughter
At the Two Stags down the road
Served them whiskey with their water
Slapped their hands when they grew bold
 
T’was a dusky twilight evening
While the inn was fit to burst
When Liam the one-eyed crofter
Limped inside and spat and cursed
 
There’re soldiers headed this way
Must be thirty score of men
They are coming for the outlaw
And we’ll not see Jack again
 
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Now some men gathered weapons
And some yelled “Hide the ale!”
And some ran out the backway
“Oh they’ll not put me in jail!”
 
Lovely Brea the landlord’s daughter
At the Two Stags down the road
Served them whiskey with their water
Slapped their hands when they grew bold
 
Those remaining whispered fiercely
What they needed was a plan
They were smugglers of the coastline
And the highwayman was kin
 
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Then the soldiers marched in boldly
And surveyed them one and all
Poor Liam the one-eyed crofter
Limped off meekly down the hall
 
Where he lifted up his eye-patch
And he kissed the lovely Brea
And she held him oh so tightly
As he made set flee
 
Well meanwhile in the great room
All the patrons bowed their best
While desire burned within them
to send each guard to his rest
 
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Then drunken Jarmer Mappestone
With a sign from Black Kurrynt
Threw a mug at Captain Blowhard
And the bloody war began
 
There was fighting in the corner
There was biting there was muss
There was not one soldier standing
Not involved in fisticuffs
 
Then from the door a warning
Liam held the lantern high
Pointing out the night black rider’s
Silhouette against the sky
 
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And the Corporal cried, “The outlaw!”
And the captain gave a roar
All the soldiers ran out wildly
Forming just outside the door
 
Where they saddled up their horses
And rode off after their mark
You could hear the hoof beats pounding
Fading off into the dark
 
Then Gunnar set to laughing
And Tinker set to wail
And the Bosky started filling
every smuggler’s cup with ale
 
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For they knew they chased a phantom
And ‘lame’ Liam bid farewell
And raced off to meet his sweetheart,
Lovely Brea, behind the mill
 
Lovely Brea, the landlord’s daughter,
And the one-eyed outlaw, Jack
Were not seen again in that town
And they’re never coming back