The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
Tim the ostler listened,But he loved the landlord’s daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold I’ll come to thee by moonlight"
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon; And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, red-coat troop came marching— Marching—marching— King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
They had tied her up to attention,They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast,She heard the doomed man say—
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, The trigger at least was hers! as she heard the highwayman riding she pulled the trigger the light draining from he face but it warned the highway man about the the trap that was about to spring he turned and fled the scene.