The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding—The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
Tim the Ostler overhears there the Highwayman that he's seeing Bess tonight and gets really jealous because heloved Bess too.
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.” He told her that he will see her again at night.