[Intro]
This, uh, poem was written by Alfred Noyes
And it's called "The Highwayman"
I mean, here's the romantic narrative poem in all its beauty
[Verse 1]
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
Yes, the highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
[Verse 2]
Over the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the window
But all was locked and barred
So he whistled a tune to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black hair
This, uh, poem was written by Alfred Noyes
And it's called "The Highwayman"
I mean, here's the romantic narrative poem in all its beauty
[Verse 1]
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
Yes, the highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
[Verse 2]
Over the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the window
But all was locked and barred
So he whistled a tune to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black hair
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