| The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
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| The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas
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| The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
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| And the highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door
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| His love had died a year ago, a bullet in her breast
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| The deadly shot a warning that he soon would be next
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| And so they found him on the road and they killed him like a dog
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| But still he keeps on riding in moonlight and in fog
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| Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair
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| She waits to see him only, singing in her despair
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| After the sunlight, there comes the rain
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| Never to see my true love again
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| After the bullet I still remain
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| Never to see my true love again
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| Two lovers that were parted shall never meet once more
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| Although he keeps on knocking at the old inn door
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| His horse shall gallop nightly since she met her death
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| And the inn was burned down years ago with her final breath
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| And I wander this world and I mourn for my loss
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| All the gold and silver could 'nair pay the cost
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| After kisses in darkness a river of blood
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| Now the Highwayman rides, whilst the moon shines above
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| Moon shine brightly o’er the heather
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| Don’t deny my iron will |