"The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, And the Highwayman came riding--riding--riding--The highwayman came riding up to the old in door."
"Where Tim, the ostler listened- his face was white and peaked-- his eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay,--- Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say "One kiss my bonny sweetheart; i'm after a prize tonight, but I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light""
"They gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.--
¨Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,Then her finger moved in the moonlight,Her musket shattered the moonlight,Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.¨
¨He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stoodBowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hearHow Bess, the landlord's daughter,The landlord's black-eyed daughter,Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.¨
¨Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; 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 on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.¨