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

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

— Alfred Noyes