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The Highwayman (LP版) - Phil Ochs (菲尔·奥克斯)

The wind was a torrent of darkness

Among the gusty trees

The moon was a ghostly galleon

Tossed upon the cloudy seas

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 indoor

Over the cobbles he clattered

And clashed in the dark innyard

And he tapped with his whip on the shutters

But all was locked and barred;

So he whistled a tune to the window

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

One kiss my bonny sweetheart

I'm after a prize tonight

But I shall be back with the yellow gold

Before the morning light;

Yet if they press me sharply

And harry me through the day

Then look for me by moonlight

Watch for me by the moonlight

And I'll come to thee by moonlight

Though hell should bar the way

He did not come at the dawning;

No he did not come at noon

And out of the tawny sunset

Before the rise of the moon

When the road was a gypsy's ribbon

Looping the purple moor

Oh a red coat troop came marching

Marching marching

King George's men came marching

Up to the old indoor

They boought the landlow catter

With many a sniggering jest;

They had bound a musket beside her

With the barrel beneath her breast

Now keep good watch

And they kissed her

She heard the dead man say

Look for me by moonlight

Watch for me by moonlight

And I'll come to thee by moonlight

Though hell should bar the way

Look for me by moonlight

Look it again in clear

Watch for me by moonlight

Where they dead that they did not here for he

Road down the Gypsy highway

She brings one final brother

That her finger move then the moon light

Her must keep shat her the moonlight

And then shat her brighten the moonlight

And walk him with her down

Oh

He turned; he spurred to the west;

He did not know who stood

Now with her black over follow down

Drenched with her own red blood

No not till the dawn had heard it;

And his face grew grey to hear

How Bess the landlord's daughter

The landlord's black eyed daughter

Had watched for her love in the moonlight

And died in the darkness there

Back he spurred like a madman

Shrieking a curse to the sky

With the white road smoking

Behind him and his rapier

Brandished high

Blood red were the spurs

Then the golden noon;

Wine red was his velvet coat

When they shot him down

On the highway

Down like a dog on the highway

And he lay in his blood on the highway

With the bunch of lace at his throat

And still of a winter's night they say

When the wind is in the trees

When the moon is a ghostly galleon

Tossed upon the cloudy seas

When the road is a ribbon of moonlight

Over the purple moor

Oh a highwayman comes riding

Riding riding

Yes a highwayman comes riding

Up to the old indoor