in the moonlight a highwayman comes riding ridng a highway man comes riding
up to the old inn door he taps on the shuuter with his whip but all is shut and barred he wisltes a tune and whho shold be there But the landlord's daghter Bess the landlords black eyed dagther
i the dark old inn yard a stale wicket creeked and tim the ostler listened and heradthe robber say
the highway man recahed up to kiss but she untangled her hair and burned in his face
one kis my bony sweetheart i am after a prize tonight but i shall be back with yellow gold by moring
that evening a red coat troop came marching marching up to the old in door the drank the land lord's ale but they gagged his dagther bound her to the foot of her narrow bed with a musket at her side and she hread him and pulled the trigger and drenced in her own blood the highway man spured lika mad man the shot him down like a dog.
and still they say a winter night when the wind is in the trees a highway man comes riding riding up to the old inn door he taps his wip on the shuuters but all is locked and bared he wistl a tune and who should be wating but the landlord's dagther bess the landlord's blackeyed dagther