The wind was a torrent ...among the ghastly trees ...the moon was a ghostly ...tossed upon the cloudy seas ...The road was a ribbon o...over the purple moor ...when the highwayman came rid...the highwayman came rid...up to the old inn door. ...is boots were up to the thigh ...under the jeweled sky. ...and clashed in the dark inn-yard ...apped with his whip on the shutters ... whistled a tune to the window ...but the landlord's black-ey...Bess, the landlord's daughter...should be back with the yellow gold ...before the morning light ...nd harry me through the day ...Then look for me by the moonlight, ...watch for me by the moonlight ...'ll come to thee by the moonlight ...ugh hell should bar the way." ...He rose up right in the stirrups ...oosened her hair in the casement ...kissed its waves in the moonlight ...oh, sweet waves in the moonlight ...gged at his rein in the moonlight ...nd galloped away to the west. ...He did not come at the dawning ...and out of the tawny sunset ...before the rise of the moon ...When the road was a gypsy's ...looping the purple moor ...up to the old inn door. ...hey said no word to the landlord ...to the foot of her narrow ...wo of them knelt at the casement ...s could see through the casement ...the road that he would ...with the barrel beneath her ...she heard the dead man say ..."Look for me by the moonlight ...watch for me by the moonlight ...'ll come to thee by the moonlight ...ugh hell should bar the way." ...but all the knots held good! ...hed and strained in the darkness ...and the hours crawled by li...till now on the stroke of midnight ...Cold on the stroke of midnight ...the tip of her finger t...the trigger at least wa...The horse's hooves rang...a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance ...Down the ribbon of moonlight...over the brow of the hill ...The highwayman came rid...The redcoats looked to ...Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence ...Tot-a-lot in the echoing night ...her finger moved in the moonlight ...er musket shattered the moonlight ...tered her breast in the moonlight ...rned, he spurred to the west ...Not till the dawn he heard it ...how Bess the landlord's daughter...the landlord's black-ey...hed for her love in the moonlight, ...and died in the darkness there. ...hrieking a curse to the sky! ...With the white road smoking ...Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon ...ey shot him down in the highway ...down like a dog on the highway ...lay in his blood in the highway ...Still on a winter's night th...when the wind is in the trees ...When the moon is a ghostly g...tossed upon the cloudy seas ...When the road is a ribbon of...over the purple moor ...up to the old inn door. ...re an adaptation of the old english poem 'The Highwayman'