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Run down cobbled road as fast as I could fly with fast footstep and baited breath away from the cry stepped into a cellar to shelter from the pace when a hand slapped 'round my throat and another 'round my face Den of thieves dropped into a den of thieves dropped into this den of thieves dropped into this den of thieves Oh the leader of the gang said what's this we have here I looked around me and I trembled in fear for several dusty cut throats were standin' in a line It was blood they were after and that blood it was mine A barber it is that I am by trade like you I make my living Letras de cancionesby the wielding of a blade Take your seat by the fire on the floor I'll give you a shave like you never had before Oh, step up this way each one did and took his turn now its to late for the den of thieves to learn To have your beard removed by the surgeon barber Todd you sure get your throat cut no one does a better job © r j young. t r young (Thanks to bob for these lyrics) From Letras Mania