Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say
i'm after a prize tonight
A red-coat troop came marching— Marching—marching— King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
Theyhad tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest. Theyhad bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light. Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, The 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
How 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.
and his face grew grey to hear
Back,he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, Withthe white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.