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Danny Doyle singing The Highwayman, written by Afred Noyes. The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees And the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight across 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 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 landlords black eyed daughter, Bess the landlords daughter Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair. One kiss my bonny sweetheart for Im after a prize tonight But I will return with the yellow gold before the morning light Yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day Then look for me by moonlight watch for me by moonlight He tugged on his rein in the moonlight and galloped away to the west. He did not come in the dawning and he did not come at noon And out of the tawny sunset before the rise of the moon When the road was a gypsys ribbon looped across the moor The redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching King Georges men came marching up to the old Inn door They had bound her up to attention with manys a sniggering jest They had bound a musket beside her with the muzzle beneath her breast Now keep good watch and they kissed her she heard the dead man say O look for me by moonlight watch for me by moonlight Ill come to thee by moonlight though hell should bar the way. Tlot tlot in the frosty silence tlot tlot in the echoing night Nearer he came and nearer her face was like a light Her eyes grew wide for a moment she drew one last deep breath Then her finger moved in the moonlight her musket shattered the moonlight Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death. He turned and rode to the westward he did not know who stood With her head bowed over her musket drenched in her own red blood Twas dawn before he heard it and he slowly blanched to hear How Bess the landlords daughter the landlords black eyed daughter Had watched for her love in the moonlight and died in the darkness there. O back he rode like a madman shrieking a curse to the sky The white road smoking behind him his rapier brandished high Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon wine red was his velvet coat When they shot him down on the highway down like a dog on the highway He lay in his blood on the highway the bunch of lace at his throat. Still of a winters 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, and riding A highwayman comes riding up to the old inn door. 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 landlords black eyed daughter Bess the landlords daughter Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair.

The Highwayman - Danny Doyle - YouTube
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