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PART ONE	A
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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees	B
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas	B
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor	C
And the highwayman came riding	D
Riding riding	D
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn door	E
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II	-
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He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead a bunch of lace at his chin	F
A coat of the claret velvet and breeches of brown doe skin	F
They fitted with never a wrinkle his boots were up to the thigh	-
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle	G
His pistol butts a twinkle	G
His rapier hilt a twinkle under the jewelled sky	-
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III	-
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Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard	H
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters but all was locked and barred	H
He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there	I
But the landlord's black eyed daughter	J
Bess the landlord's daughter	J
Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair	I
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IV	-
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And dark in the dark old inn yard a stable wicket creaked	K
Where Tim the ostler listened his face was white and peaked	K
His eyes were hollows of madness his hair like mouldy hay	L
But he loved the landlord's daughter	J
The landlord's red lipped daughter	J
Dumb as a dog he listened and he heard the robber say	L
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V	-
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One kiss my bonny sweetheart I'm after a prize to night	M
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light	M
Yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day	L
Then look for me by moonlight	M
Watch for me by moonlight	M
I'll come to thee by moonlight though hell should bar the way	L
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VI	-
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He rose upright in the stirrups he scarce could reach her hand	N
But she loosened her hair i' the casement His face burnt like a brand	N
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast	O
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight	M
Oh sweet black waves in the moonlight	M
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight and galloped away to the West	O
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PART TWO	P
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I	-
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He did not come in the dawning he did not come at noon	Q
And out o' the tawny sunset before the rise o' the moon	Q
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor	C
A red coat troop came marching	D
Marching marching	D
King George's men came matching up to the old inn door	E
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II	-
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They said no word to the landlord they drank his ale instead	R
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed	R
Two of them knelt at her casement with muskets at their side	S
There was death at every window	T
And hell at one dark window	T
For Bess could see through her casement the road that he would ride	S
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III	-
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They had tied her up to attention with many a sniggering jest	O
They had bound a musket beside her with the barrel beneath her breast	O
Now keep good watch and they kissed her	J
She heard the dead man say	L
Look for me by moonlight	M
Watch for me by moonlight	M
I'll come to thee by moonlight though hell should bar the way	L
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IV	-
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She twisted her hands behind her but all the knots held good	U
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood	V
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years	W
Till now on the stroke of midnight	M
Cold on the stroke of midnight	M
The tip of one finger touched it The trigger at least was hers	X
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V	-
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The tip of one finger touched it she strove no more for the rest	O
Up she stood up to attention with the barrel beneath her breast	O
She would not risk their hearing she would not strive again	Y
For the road lay bare in the moonlight	M
Blank and bare in the moonlight	M
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain	Z
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VI	-
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Tlot tlot tlot tlot Had they heard it The horse hoofs ringing clear	A2
Tlot tlot tlot tlot in the distance Were they deaf that they did not hear	B2
Down the ribbon of moonlight over the brow of the hill	C2
The highwayman came riding	D
Riding riding	D
The red coats looked to their priming She stood up straight and still	C2
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VII	-
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Tlot tlot in the frosty silence Tlot tlot in the echoing night	M
Nearer he came and nearer Her face was like a light	M
Her eyes grew wide for a moment she drew one last deep breath	D2
Then her finger moved in the moonlight	M
Her musket shattered the moonlight	M
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death	D2
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VIII	-
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He turned he spurred to the West he did not know who stood	U
Bowed with her head o'er the musket drenched with her own red blood	V
Not till the dawn he heard it his face grew grey to hear	B2
How Bess the landlord's daughter	J
The landlord's black eyed daughter	J
Had watched for her love in the moonlight and died in the darkness there	I
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IX	X
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Back he spurred like a madman shrieking a curse to the sky	-
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high	-
Blood red were his spurs i' the golden noon wine red was his velvet coat	E2
When they shot him down on the highway	L
Down like a dog on the highway	L
And he lay in his blood on the highway with the bunch of lace at his throat	E2
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X	X
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And still of a winter's night they say when the wind is in the trees	X
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas	X
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor	C
A highwayman comes riding	D
Riding riding	D
A highwayman comes riding up to the old inn door	E
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XI	X
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Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn yard	H
He taps with his whip on the shutters but all is locked and barred	H
He whistles a tune to the window and who should be waiting there	I
But the landlord's black eyed daughter	J
Bess the landlord's daughter	J
Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair	I

Alfred Noyes

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