Don Quinn, Henry Russell – Yancy Derringer lyrics

They sing of Yancy Derringer
on every danger trail,
On riverboat, in manor house
and now and then in jail.

They say that Yancy Derringer
had ruffles at his wrists.
Brocade and silver buckles
and iron in his fists.

Yancy, Yancy Derringer,
Yancy, Yancy Derringer.
In every tale of derring do,
they tell of Yancy D.