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The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door

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

One kiss, my bonny sweetheart
For I'm after a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow gold
Before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
Harry me through the day
Then look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
I'll come to thee by moonlight
Though hell should bar the way
He did not come at the dawning
He did not come at the noon
And out of the tawny sunset
Before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple moor
A redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door

And they bound the landlord's daughter
With many a sn***ering jest
They bound a musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
Look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
I'll come to thee by moonlight
Though hell should bar the way

Look for me by moonlight
The hoof beats ringing clear
Watch for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy highway
She drew one final breath
Then her fingers moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the moonlight
Shattered her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her death
He turned, he spurred on to the west
For he did not know she stood
Bowed with her black hair flowing down
Drenched with her own red blood
Not 'til the dawn when he heard it
And his face grew gray to hear
How Bess the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black-eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness there

Back he spurred like a madman
Shouting a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished high
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon
Wine red his velvet coat
When they shot him down on the highway
Down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood on the highway
With blood on the lace at his throat

And still of a winter's night they say
When the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding
A highwayman comes riding
Up to the old inn door

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