Key: E major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
The moon was a ghostly galleon
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The road was a rhythm of moonlight
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over the purple moon
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On a highway, man, I come a -ridin',
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ridin' up to the old inn door
Over the cobbles,
He whistles a tune to the window,
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and who should be waiting there?
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Be st, the landlord's daughter,
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the landlord's black -eyed daughter
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Clapping a dark red love -knot
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into her long black hair
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I'll be back with a yellow gold
before the morning light
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But if they press me sharply
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and carry me through the day
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I'll come to thee by moonlight,
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your hell should bob away
They grabbed the landlord's daughter
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and bound her to the foot of the bed
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Two of them knelt at her casement
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with muskets at their side
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Our best could see through her window,
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the rolls out of here
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would arise.
Well, they bound her up to attention
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With many a sniggering jest
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Now Keith did watch and they kissed her
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He said, watch for me by the moonlight
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For hell shall bar the way
She wretched her hands behind her
But all her knots held good
She wretched her hands till her fingers
Were wet with sweat or blood
She wretched and she
writhed in the moonlight
And the hours crawled by like years
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told on the stroke of midnight,
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the tip of one finger touched it,
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the trigger at least was heard.
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Trot -lot in the frosty silence
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Trot -lot in the echoing night
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her eyes grew wide for a moment,
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she took one last deep breath,
when her finger moved in the moonlight,
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her musket shattered the moonlight,
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He turned, he spurred to the west,
he did not know who stood.
Bowed with her head o 'er the musket
and drenched with her own blood.
Not till dawn he heard it,
and his face grew grey to hear,
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
the landlord's black -eyed daughter,
Had waited for her love in the moonlight
and died in the darkness there.
Back he spurted like a madman,
shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him,
and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs
in 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 a bunch of lace at his throat.
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