The wind was a torrent of darkness upon gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, And the highwayman came riding
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in th edistance! Were they eeaf that they did not hear? The highwayman came riding .
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked, ... Dumb as a dog he listened, he heard the robber say,
King Georges men came marching, u[p to the old inn-door. But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat and blood! They streched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, ... The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger was at least hers!
The landlords black-eyed daughter, had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darknesss there.