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| The wind was a torrent of darkness | |
| The moon was a ghostly galleon | |
| The road was a ribbon of moonlight | |
| And the highwayman can riding-- | |
| The highwayman came riding, | |
| He'd a french cocked hat on his forehead, | |
| He'd a coat of the claret velvet, | |
| They fitted with never a wrinkle; | |
| And he rode with a jeweled twinkle-- | |
| His pistol butts a-twinkle, | |
| Over the cobbles he clattered | |
| He tapped with his whip on the shutters, | |
| He whistled a tune to the window, | |
| But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- | |
| Plaiting a dark red love knot | |
| Dark in the dark old inn-yard | |
| Where Tim, the ostler listened-- | |
| His eyes were hollows of madness, | |
| But he loved the landlord's daughter-- | |
| Dumb as a dog he listened, | |
| 'One kiss my bonny sweetheart; | |
| But I shall be back with the yellow gold | |
| Yet if they press me sharply, | |
| Then look for me by moonlight, | |
| I'll come to thee by moonlight, | |
| He stood upright in the stirrups; | |
| But she loosened her hair in the casement! | |
| As the sweet black waves of perfume | |
| Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight | |
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| And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, | |
| He did not come in the dawning; | |
| And out of the tawny sunset, | |
| When the road was a gypsy's ribbon | |
| The redcoat troops came marching-- | |
| King George's men came marching, | |
| They said no word to the landlord; | |
| But they gagged his daughter and bound her | |
| Two of them knelt at her casement, | |
| There was death at every window, | |
| For Bess could see, through her casement, | |
| They had bound her up at attention, | |
| They had tied a rifle beside her, | |
| 'Now keep good watch!' and they kissed her. | |
| 'Look for me by moonlight, | |
| I'll come to thee by moonlight, | |
| She twisted her hands behind her, | |
| She writhed her hands till her fingers | |
| They stretched and strained in the darkness, | |
| Till, on the stroke of midnight, | |
| The tip of one finger touched it! | |
| The tip of one finger touched it, | |
| Up, she stood up at attention, | |
| She would not risk their hearing, | |
| For the road lay bare in the moonlight, | |
| And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, | |
| Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? | |
| Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! | |
| Down the ribbon of moonlight, | |
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| The highwayman came riding-- | |
| The redcoats looked to their priming! | |
| Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! | |
| Nearer he came and nearer! | |
| Her eyed grew wide for a moment, | |
| Then her finger moved in the moonlight--- | |
| Shattered her breast in the moonlight | |
| He turned, he spurred to the west; | |
| Bowed with her head o'er the casement, | |
| Not till the dawn did he hear it, | |
| How Bess, the landlord's daughter, | |
| Had watched for her love in the moonlight, | |
| Back he spurred like a madman, | |
| With the white road smoking behind him | |
| Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon, | |
| When they shot him down in the highway, | |
| And he lay in his blood in the highway, | |
| And still on a winter's night they say, | |
| When the moon is a ghostly galleon | |
| When the road is a gypsy's ribbon | |
| The highwayman comes riding-- | |
| The highwayman comes riding, | |
| Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs | |
| He taps with his whip on the shutters, | |
| He whistles a tune to the window, | |
| But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- | |
| Plaiting a dark red love-knot | |
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