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Then look for me by moonlight,Watch for me by moonlight
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
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! There was death at every window;
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light. Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight,Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway
And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding Riding—riding—A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
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