The Highwayman came riding, riding, riding, up to the old inn door
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, and harry me through the day, then look for me by moonlight...
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed
They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
tlot tlot tlot tlot
Oh no! Is it true that Bess has died?!
When they shot him down in the highway, Down like a dog in the highway, And he lay his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
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