The Highwayman

  • PART ONE

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    The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.

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  • 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.

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    He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,

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  • A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.

  • They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.

  • And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,

  • His pistol butts a-twinkle,

  • His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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    Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.

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  • 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.

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    And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked

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