Ride on, ride on, ride for thy life,
Spur on thy faithful steed,
For now my whole thy second bars,
Nerved for his lawless deed.
Answer: Highwayman.
Safe on my fair one's arm my first may rest,
And raise no tumult in a lover's breast.
My second does the want of legs supply,
To those that neither creep, nor walk, nor fly.
My whole's a rival to the fairest toast,