"He'd a French coked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin; He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh! His rapier hilt a-twinkle- His pistol butts a-twinkle-, under the jeweled sky."
"He stood upright in the stirrups; he scare could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast, Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight..."
"The redcoat troops came marching- Marching- marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,"
"But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed. Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side; There was Death at every window,"
"Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight- Her musket-Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him- with her death."
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"When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes riding- Riding -riding The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn door."