The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding -
Riding - riding -
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. (Alfred Noyes)

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding - Riding - riding - The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

Alfred Noyes

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