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19 Dec 11
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08 Feb 10
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They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead
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They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
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again,
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But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side; -
again,
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refrain.
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refrain.
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tugged
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but all the knots hel
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He tapped with his whip on the shutters
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The landlord's black-eyed daughter;
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he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the ca -
sement!
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Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.
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But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed
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She stood up straight and still
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But he loved the landlord's daughter
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They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the -
She heard the dead man say,
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She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,
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His rapier hilt a-twinkle-- -
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." -
And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain. -
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.
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ghostly galleon
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Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast -
barrel beneath her breast
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wind was a torrent of darkness
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Riding--riding--
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He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle--
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. -
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked--
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, -
Dumb as a dog
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There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window, -
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight, -
And still
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Riding--riding--
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His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
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she strove no more for the rest;
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el beneath her breast.
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with the barr
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-skin
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moonlight,
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moonlight
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moonligh
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marching, up to the old inn-door
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like a dog
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road was a ribbon of moonlight
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a-twinkle,
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Dumb as a dog
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moonlight
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His face burnt like a brand
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When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,
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hours crawled by like years,
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white road smoking behind him
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And still on 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 gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
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tonight
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wine-red was his velvet coat
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trees
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creaked
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tonight
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pistol butts a-twinkle
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He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, -
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
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The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. -
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. -
Dumb as a dog he listened
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Then look for me by moonlight,
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His face burnt like a brand
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seas,
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The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple
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moor,
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door.
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burnt like a brand
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sweet black waves of perfume
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in the moonlight
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in the moonlight!)
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marching
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hours crawled by like years
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frosty silence
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his face grew grey to hear
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wind was a torrent of darkness
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moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
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looping the purple moor
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cobbles he clattered and clashed
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Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
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His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay
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Her face was like a light
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red blood
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golden noon, wine-red
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Blood-red
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Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He whistles 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. -
dark red love
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