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and galloped away to the west.

Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight

sweet black waves in the moonlight!)

And he kissed its waves in the moonlight

As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;

But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand

He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand

though hell should bar the way.”

I’ll come to thee by moonlight

Watch for me by moonlight

Then look for me by moonlight

and harry me through the day

if they press me sharply

Yet

But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;

I’m after a prize to-night

my bonny sweetheart

“One kiss

and he heard the robber say—

Dumb as a dog he listened

The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.

But he loved the landlord’s daughter

his hair like mouldy hay

His eyes were hollows of madness

Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.

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

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

the landlord’s daughter

Bess

But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter

and who should be waiting there

He whistled a tune to the window

but all was locked and barred.

He tapped with his whip on the shutters

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

under the jewelled sky.

His rapier hilt a-twinkle

His pistol butts a-twinkle

And he rode with a jewelled twinkle

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

and breeches of brown doe-skin.

A coat of the claret velvet

a bunch of lace at his chin

He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead

up to the old inn-door.

The highwayman came riding

Riding—riding—

And the highwayman came riding—

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

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