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AmThe wind was a torrent of darkness aCmong the G/Bgusty Amtrees
AmThe moon was a ghostly galleon tossed Cupon the G/Bcloudy Amseas
DmThe road was a Gribbon of CmoonG/Blight Amover the purple Gmoor
And the DmhighwayGman came CridinG/Bg,
AmRiding, Griding,
The AmhighwayG/Bman came Dmriding, Amup to the old inn-door.
He'd a AmFrench cocked hat on his forehead, a Cbunch of G/Blace at his Amchin,
A cAmoat of claret velvet, and Cbreeches of G/Bbrown doe-sAmkin;
They Dmfitted with Gnary a CwrinG/Bkle; his Amboots were up to the G/Bthigh
And he Dmrode with a Gjeweled tCwinkG/Ble,
His Ampistol butts Ga-twinkle,
His Amrapier G/Bhilt a-Dmtwinkle, unAmder the jeweled sky.
AmOver the cobbles he clattered and Cclashed in the G/Bdark Aminn yard,
AmAnd he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but Call was G/Blocked and Ambarred;
He wDmhistled a Gtune to the CwinG/Bdow, and Amwho should be waiting G/Bthere?
But the Dmlandlord's Gblack-eyed CdaughG/Bter,
AmBess, the landlord's Gdaughter,
AmPlaiting a G/Bdark red Dmlove-knot Aminto her long black hair.
"One Amkiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm Cafter a G/Bprize toAmnight,
But AmI shall be back with the yellow gold befCore the Gmorning Amlight;
Yet Dmif they Gpress me CsharGplBy, and Amharry me through the Gday,
Then lDmook for Gme by the CmoonG/Blight,
AmWatch for me by the Ammoonlight,
I'll cAmome to Gthee by the Dmmoonlight, though Amhell should bar the way.
He Amrose upright in the stirrups; he Cscarce could Greach her Amhand
But she lAmoosened her hair i' the casement! His Cface burnt G/Blike a Ambrand
As the Dmblack cascGade of CperG/Bfume came Amtumbling over his G/Bbreast;
And he kDmissed its wGaves in the CmoonG/Blight,
Am(Oh, sweet waves in the Gmoonlight!)
Then he tAmugged at his G/Brein in the Dmmoonlight, and Amgalloped away to the west.
He Amdid not come at the dawning; he Cdid not G/Bcome at Amnoon,
And Amout of the tawny sunset, beCfore the G/Brise o' the Ammoon,
When the Dmroad was a Ggypsy's CriG/Bbbon, Amlooping the purple G/Bmoor,
A Dmred-coat Gtroop came CmarG/Bching,
AmMarching, Gmarching
King AmGeorge's G/Bmen came Dmmarching, up Amto the old inn-door.
They Amsaid no word to the landlord, they Cdrank his Gale instead,
But they Amgagged his daughter and bound her to the Cfoot of her G/Bnarrow Ambed
Two of Dmthem Gknelt at the CcaseG/Bment, with Ammuskets at their G/Bside!
There was Dmdeath at Gevery CwinG/Bdow
And Amhell at one dark Gwindow;
For AmBess could G/Bsee, through the Dmcasement,
The Amroad that he would ride.
They had Amtied her up to attention, with Cmany a Gsniggering Amjest;
They had Ambound a musket beside her, with the Cbarrel beG/Bneath her Ambreast!
"now Dmkeep good Gwatch!" And they Ckissed G/Bher.
AmShe heard the dead man G/Bsay
"Look Dmfor me Gby the CmoonG/Blight
AmWatch for me by the Gmoonlight
I'll cAmome to G/Bthee by the Dmmoonlight, though Amhell should bar the way!"
She Amtwisted her hands behind her, but aCll the Gknots held Amgood!
She Amwrithed her hands till her fingers were Cwet with G/Bsweat or Amblood!
They Dmstretched and Gstrained in the CdarkG/Bness and the Amhours crawled by like G/Byears!
Till, Dmnow, on the Gstroke of CmidG/Bnight,
Cold, Amon the stroke of Gmidnight,
The Amtip of one G/Bfinger Dmtouched it!
The Amtrigger at least was hers!
ToteAmlot-totelot! Had they heard it? The Chorse's G/Bhooves rang Amclear
ToteAmlot-totelot, in the distance! Were they Cdeaf that they G/Bdid not Amhear?
DmDown the Gribbon of CmoonlG/Bight, Amover the brow of the G/Bhill,
The DmhighwaymGan came CridGing,
AmRiding, Griding!
The Amred-coats G/Blooked to their Dmpriming!
She Amstood up straight and still!
ToteAmlot in the frosty silence! ToteClot, in the Gechoing Amnight!
AmNearer he came and nearer! Her Cface was G/Blike a lAmight!
Her eDmyes grew Gwide for a CmoG/Bment! She Amdrew one last deep G/Bbreath,
Then her Dmfinger Gmoved in the CmoonG/Blight,
Her Ammusket shattered the Gmoonlight,
AmShattered her G/Bbreast in the Dmmoonlight and Amwarned him with her death.
He Amturned; he spurred to the west; he Cdid not Gknow she Amstood
AmBowed, with her head o'er the musket, Cdrenched with her Gown red Amblood!
Not Dmtill the Gdawn he Cheard G/Bit; his Amface grew grey to G/Bhear
How DmBess, the Glandlord's CdaughG/Bter,
The Amlandlord's black-eyed Gdaughter,
Had Amwatched for her G/Blove in the Dmmoonlight, and Amdied in the darkness there.
AmBack, he spurred like a madman, Cshrieking a G/Bcurse to the Amsky
With the Amwhite road smoking behind him and his Crapier G/Bbrandished Amhigh!
Blood-Dmred were the Gspurs in the Cgolden Gnoon; wine-Amred was his velvet Gcoat,
When they sDmhot him Gdown on the ChighGway,
AmDown like a dog on the Ghighway,
And he Amlay in his G/Bblood on the Dmhighway, with the Ambunch of lace at his throat.
AmStill of a winter's night, they say, wheCn the G/Bwind is in the Amtrees,
When the Ammoon is a ghostly galleon, tossed uCpon the G/Bcloudy Amseas,
When the Dmroad is a Gribbon of CmoonGlight Amover the purple G/Bmoor,
A DmhighwaymGan comes CridGing,
AmRiding, Griding,
A AmhighwayG/Bman comes Dmriding, up Amto the old inn-door.
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