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By noyes

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The wind was a of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon seas,
The road was a of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came

The highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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He'd a french on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots up to the thigh!
And he rode a jewelled twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the sky.

Iii
Over the cobbles he clattered and in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and
He a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair.

Iv
And in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

V
"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning
Yet, if press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

Vi
He rose upright in the stirrups; he could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his burnt like a brand
As the cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed it's in the moonlight,
(oh, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped to the west.

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He did not come in the he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the moor,
A troop came marching-

King men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

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said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow
Two of knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
was death at every window;
And hell at one window;
For bess could see, through the casement, the road he would ride.

Iii
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering
They a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She heard the dead man
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
I'll come to by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

Iv
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the held good!
She writhed her hands till here were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one finger it! the trigger at least was hers!

V
The tip of one touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive
For the road lay bare in the
Blank and bare in the
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were deaf that they did
Not
Down the of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The looked to their priming! she stood up strait and still!

Vii
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing
!
Nearer he and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her moved in the moonlight,
Her shattered the moonlight,
her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.


He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know who
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his grew grey to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, a curse to the sky,
the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
Down a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of at his throat.

* * * * * *

X
And still of a winter's night, they say, the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon seas,
When the road is a ribbon of over the purple moor,
A highwayman riding-

A comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

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the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

By alfred noyes and phil

C em
The wind was a of darkness
Am
Among the trees
Em f
The moon was a ghostly
Dm g7
Tossed cloudy seas
C em
And the road was a ribbon of
Am
Over the purple
F c e am
And the highwayman came riding, riding,
F c
Yes, the highwayman came
Dm g7
Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he with his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm a prize tonight
But I be back with the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if press me sharply
me through the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though hell bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
Before the rise of the
When the road was a gypsy's
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
With many a sniggering
And they bound the beside her
With the barrel her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
for me by moonlight
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew to hear
How bess the landlord's
The landlord's black eyed
Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there
C em
Back he spurred a madman
Am
a curse to the sky
Em f
With the white smoking behind him
Dm g
And his brandished high
C em
Blood red were his spurs in the noon
Am
Wine red his coat
F c
they shot him down on the highway
E am
Down a dog on the highway
F c
And he lay in his on the highway
F g
With a of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.

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