This used to be one of their fav'rite spots, from here away to Hounslow Heath.

There was plenty of 'em in the old days, with their spanking horses and their pistols, and their `stand and deliver' to the coach passengers.

Now you couldn't find a highwayman for love or money, even if you wanted him to stuff and putt in a glass case." "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover." "I wish you'd stopped there," said Ike, in a grumbling voice.

"Ah, those used to be days.

That's where Dick Turpin used to go, you know-- Hounslow Heath." "But there are none now ?" I said, with some little feeling of trepidation.
"Didn't I tell you, no," said Ike, "unless that there's one coming on behind.