The truth is, I was violent and with my good mate, Matt King, robbed travellers at gunpoint: money, watches, anything! My horse it wasn’t called Black Bess, although that’s what you’ve read. Was no romantic hero, shot not one but two men dead. The legend that surrounds me misses out the crucial part: I was a ruthless killer with a ruthless killer’s heart. Was a vicious highwayman, a source of pain and tears. When you hear how my story ends, you won’t believe your ears! + favourite horrible histories songs
So we’re just supposed to row 36 barrels of gunpowder down the Thames, sneak it into this rented cellar, wait for Parliament to open, then I creep back in, light the fuse, run away and blow up the King, and all without getting caught?
I love the people and the people love me, so much that they restored the English monarchy! I’m part Scottish, French, Italian, a little bit Dane but 100% party animal - Champagne? Spaniels I adored, named after me too. Like me they were fun with a nutty hair-do! Is today my birthday? I can’t recall! Lets have a party anyway because I love a masked ball! All hail the king of bling, lets sing, bells ring, ding ding. I’m the king who brought back partying! + favourite horrible histories songs