But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed. Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest. Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
The highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear 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.