6. The Highwayman
The Original 3Ds Poetry Album (CD)
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Words by Alfred Noyes (1880-1958), altered

Music by Richard C. Davis

Lyrics

The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed on the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding, the highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

Chorus:

The highwayman, the highwayman, the highwayman came riding, riding
Up to the old inn door, up to the old inn door.

One kiss my bonnie sweetheart, 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, or harry me through the day,
Then watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Though hell should bar the way.

Chorus:

The highwayman, the highwayman, the highwayman came riding, riding
Up to the old inn door, up to the old inn door.

Oh, then to the door of the innyard, King George's men did ride
And they bound the landlord's daughter, with a musket at her side.
Then a shot rang out in the moonlight; she whispered her last breath.
She shot herself in the moonlight, she killed herself in the moonlight
And warned him with her death.

Chorus:

The highwayman, the highwayman, the highwayman came riding, riding
Up to the old inn door, up to the old inn door.

Oh, 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 in the golden moon, wine red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down on the highway, down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood in the road.

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees;
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed on the cloudy seas.
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding, a highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn door
Up to the old inn door; up to the old inn door.