Highwayman

Wind in his hair, riding across the night,
life isa jet black mare and a coach in sight.

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He's a footpad, brigand, he's a tricorned villain
and he's ill met by moonlight.
Hear "stand' deliver" feel a spinechill shiver
for he's ill met by moolight.

Fear the dice he throws, his power to excite,
Love is a dark eyed rose and her bed for the night.

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Back to the Inn, box up the mare,
un-load his spoils, count them with care,
Orders his beef, laughs with his wine, up to her room for the love
he's inclined.

Danger as a friend for betrayal's
an easy slope.
Death is the gallows end of a
hangman's rope.

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