| Song | Un Flambeau, Jeannette, Isabelle |
| Artist | Loreena McKennitt |
| Album | A Midwinter Night's Dream [CD/DVD Deluxe Limited Edition] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Traditional |
| [01:08.30] | The wind was a torrent of darkness |
| [01:10.89] | Among the gusty trees |
| [01:12.64] | |
| [01:13.35] | The moon was a ghostly galleon |
| [01:15.81] | |
| [01:16.35] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
| [01:18.85] | The road was a ribbon of moonlight |
| [01:22.00] | Over the purple moor |
| [01:24.06] | |
| [01:24.69] | And the highwayman came riding |
| [01:26.94] | |
| [01:27.50] | Riding, riding |
| [01:29.87] | |
| [01:30.81] | The highwayman came riding |
| [01:32.57] | |
| [01:33.19] | Up to the old inn-door |
| [01:35.69] | |
| [01:37.78] | He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead |
| [01:40.42] | A bunch of lace at his chin |
| [01:42.54] | |
| [01:43.11] | A coat of claret velvet |
| [01:45.18] | |
| [01:45.99] | And breeches of brown doe-skin |
| [01:48.06] | |
| [01:48.75] | They fitted with never a wrinkle |
| [01:51.51] | His boots were up to the thigh |
| [01:54.32] | And he rode with a jeweled twinkle |
| [01:56.66] | |
| [01:57.22] | His pistol butts a-twinkle |
| [01:59.04] | |
| [02:00.29] | His rapier hilt a-twinkle |
| [02:02.05] | |
| [02:02.80] | Under the jeweled sky |
| [02:04.88] | |
| [02:07.51] | And over the cobbles he clattered |
| [02:09.89] | And clashed in the dark inn yard |
| [02:12.08] | |
| [02:12.71] | And he tapped with his whip on the shutters |
| [02:15.66] | But all was locked and barred |
| [02:18.11] | He whistled a tune to the window |
| [02:21.31] | And who should be waiting there |
| [02:23.26] | |
| [02:24.00] | But the landlord's black-eyed daughter |
| [02:26.20] | |
| [02:26.83] | Bess, the landlord's daughter |
| [02:29.21] | |
| [02:30.15] | Plaiting a dark red love-knot |
| [02:32.47] | Into her long black hair |
| [02:34.49] | |
| [02:37.11] | "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart |
| [02:39.49] | I'm after a prize tonight |
| [02:41.56] | |
| [02:42.56] | But I shall be back with the yellow gold |
| [02:45.46] | Before the morning light |
| [02:47.27] | |
| [02:48.27] | Yet if they press me sharply |
| [02:50.33] | |
| [02:50.97] | And harry me through the day |
| [02:53.03] | |
| [02:53.65] | Then look for me by the moonlight |
| [02:56.56] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
| [02:58.80] | |
| [02:59.70] | I'll come to thee by the moonlight |
| [03:02.25] | Though hell should bar the way |
| [03:04.17] | |
| [03:06.67] | He rose upright in the stirrups |
| [03:09.19] | He scarce could reach her hand |
| [03:11.38] | |
| [03:12.14] | But she loosened her hair in the casement |
| [03:14.85] | His face burnt like a brand |
| [03:16.91] | |
| [03:17.60] | As the black cascade of the perfume |
| [03:20.54] | Came tumbling over his breast |
| [03:22.54] | |
| [03:23.29] | And he kissed its waves in the moonlight |
| [03:25.62] | |
| [03:26.30] | Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight |
| [03:28.38] | |
| [03:29.06] | He tugged at his rein in the moonlight |
| [03:31.89] | And galloped away to the west |
| [03:34.39] | |
| [04:00.39] | He did not come at the dawning |
| [04:02.26] | |
| [04:02.83] | He did not come at noon |
| [04:04.96] | |
| [04:05.83] | And out of the tawny sunset |
| [04:08.41] | Before the rise o' the moon |
| [04:10.55] | |
| [04:11.42] | When the road was a gypsy's ribbon |
| [04:13.60] | |
| [04:14.10] | Looping the purple moor |
| [04:16.26] | |
| [04:17.00] | A red-coat troop came marching |
| [04:19.27] | |
| [04:20.01] | Marching, marching |
| [04:21.59] | |
| [04:22.90] | King George's men came marching |
| [04:24.71] | |
| [04:25.58] | Up to the old inn-door |
| [04:27.86] | |
| [04:29.98] | They said no word to the landlord |
| [04:31.94] | |
| [04:32.56] | They drank his ale instead |
| [04:34.32] | |
| [04:35.26] | But they gagged his daughter and bound her |
| [04:38.14] | To the foot of her narrow bed |
| [04:40.34] | |
| [04:40.90] | Two of them knelt at the casement |
| [04:43.73] | With muskets at their side |
| [04:45.61] | |
| [04:46.42] | There was death at every window |
| [04:48.50] | |
| [04:49.44] | Hell at one dark window |
| [04:51.62] | |
| [04:52.43] | For Bess could see through the casement |
| [04:55.08] | The road that he would ride |
| [04:57.20] | |
| [04:59.72] | They had tied her up to attention |
| [05:02.17] | With many a niggering jest |
| [05:04.23] | |
| [05:04.97] | They had bound a musket beside her |
| [05:07.86] | With the barrel beneath her breast |
| [05:09.70] | |
| [05:10.39] | "Now keep good watch", and they kissed her |
| [05:13.59] | She heard the dead man say |
| [05:16.23] | "Look for me by the moonlight |
| [05:18.53] | |
| [05:19.30] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
| [05:21.42] | |
| [05:22.01] | I'll come to thee by the moonlight |
| [05:24.76] | Though hell should bar the way" |
| [05:26.77] | |
| [05:29.12] | She twisted her hands behind her |
| [05:31.18] | But all the knots held good |
| [05:33.52] | |
| [05:34.95] | She writhed her hands till her fingers |
| [05:37.53] | Were wet with sweat or blood |
| [05:39.54] | |
| [05:40.42] | They stretched and strained in the darkness |
| [05:43.11] | And the hours crawled by like years |
| [05:45.25] | |
| [05:45.93] | Till now on the stroke of midnight |
| [05:48.13] | |
| [05:48.76] | Cold on the stroke of midnight |
| [05:50.96] | |
| [05:51.71] | The tip of one finger touched it |
| [05:54.34] | The trigger at least was hers |
| [05:56.37] | |
| [06:13.08] | Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they heard it? |
| [06:15.35] | |
| [06:15.90] | The horses hoofs ring clear |
| [06:17.67] | |
| [06:18.61] | Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance |
| [06:21.30] | Were they deaf that they did not hear? |
| [06:23.38] | |
| [06:24.50] | Down the ribbon of moonlight |
| [06:26.45] | |
| [06:27.08] | Over the brow of the hill |
| [06:29.13] | |
| [06:29.71] | The highwayman came riding |
| [06:31.71] | |
| [06:32.54] | Riding, riding |
| [06:34.28] | |
| [06:35.86] | The red-coats looked to their priming |
| [06:37.61] | |
| [06:38.17] | She stood up straight and still |
| [06:40.05] | |
| [06:42.57] | Tlot, in the frosty silence |
| [06:44.46] | |
| [06:45.20] | Tlot, in the echoing night |
| [06:47.20] | |
| [06:48.21] | Nearer he came and nearer |
| [06:50.27] | |
| [06:50.85] | Her face was like a light |
| [06:52.97] | |
| [06:53.74] | Her eyes grew wide for a moment |
| [06:56.50] | She drew one last deep breath |
| [06:58.56] | |
| [06:59.24] | Then her finger moved in the moonlight |
| [07:02.13] | Her musket shattered the moonlight |
| [07:04.44] | |
| [07:05.26] | Shattered her breast in the moonlight |
| [07:07.75] | And warned him with her death |
| [07:09.81] | |
| [07:12.34] | He turned, he spurred to the west |
| [07:14.85] | He did not know she stood |
| [07:16.94] | |
| [07:17.82] | Bowed with her head o'er the musket |
| [07:20.40] | Drenched with her own red blood |
| [07:22.60] | |
| [07:23.29] | Not till the dawn he heard it |
| [07:26.11] | His face grew gray to hear |
| [07:28.31] | |
| [07:28.94] | How Bess, the landlord's daughter |
| [07:31.04] | |
| [07:31.73] | The landlord's black-eyed daughter |
| [07:33.98] | |
| [07:34.60] | Had watched for her love in the moonlight |
| [07:37.36] | And died in the darkness there |
| [07:39.87] | |
| [07:41.93] | And back, he spurred like a madman |
| [07:44.44] | Shrieking a curse to the sky |
| [07:47.27] | With the white road smoking behind him |
| [07:50.09] | And his rapier brandished high |
| [07:51.98] | |
| [07:52.85] | Blood-red were the spurs in the gold moon |
| [07:55.92] | Wine-red was his velvet coat |
| [07:57.88] | |
| [07:58.50] | When they shot him down on the highway |
| [08:01.39] | Down like a dog on the highway |
| [08:03.58] | |
| [08:04.15] | And he lay in his blood on the highway |
| [08:07.09] | With the bunch of lace at his throat |
| [08:09.24] | |
| [08:27.30] | Still of a winter's night, they say |
| [08:29.92] | When the wind is in the trees |
| [08:31.94] | |
| [08:32.49] | When the moon is a ghostly galleon |
| [08:35.19] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
| [08:37.08] | |
| [08:38.20] | When the road is a ribbon of moonlight |
| [08:41.01] | Over the purple moor |
| [08:43.04] | |
| [08:43.66] | A highwayman comes riding |
| [08:45.92] | |
| [08:46.80] | Riding, riding |
| [08:48.56] | |
| [08:49.93] | A highwayman comes riding |
| [08:51.43] | |
| [08:52.55] | Up to the old inn-door |
| [08:55.14] | |
| [09:10.31] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Traditional |
| [01:08.30] | The wind was a torrent of darkness |
| [01:10.89] | Among the gusty trees |
| [01:12.64] | |
| [01:13.35] | The moon was a ghostly galleon |
| [01:15.81] | |
| [01:16.35] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
| [01:18.85] | The road was a ribbon of moonlight |
| [01:22.00] | Over the purple moor |
| [01:24.06] | |
| [01:24.69] | And the highwayman came riding |
| [01:26.94] | |
| [01:27.50] | Riding, riding |
| [01:29.87] | |
| [01:30.81] | The highwayman came riding |
| [01:32.57] | |
| [01:33.19] | Up to the old inndoor |
| [01:35.69] | |
| [01:37.78] | He' d a French cocked hat on his forehead |
| [01:40.42] | A bunch of lace at his chin |
| [01:42.54] | |
| [01:43.11] | A coat of claret velvet |
| [01:45.18] | |
| [01:45.99] | And breeches of brown doeskin |
| [01:48.06] | |
| [01:48.75] | They fitted with never a wrinkle |
| [01:51.51] | His boots were up to the thigh |
| [01:54.32] | And he rode with a jeweled twinkle |
| [01:56.66] | |
| [01:57.22] | His pistol butts atwinkle |
| [01:59.04] | |
| [02:00.29] | His rapier hilt atwinkle |
| [02:02.05] | |
| [02:02.80] | Under the jeweled sky |
| [02:04.88] | |
| [02:07.51] | And over the cobbles he clattered |
| [02:09.89] | And clashed in the dark inn yard |
| [02:12.08] | |
| [02:12.71] | And he tapped with his whip on the shutters |
| [02:15.66] | But all was locked and barred |
| [02:18.11] | He whistled a tune to the window |
| [02:21.31] | And who should be waiting there |
| [02:23.26] | |
| [02:24.00] | But the landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
| [02:26.20] | |
| [02:26.83] | Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
| [02:29.21] | |
| [02:30.15] | Plaiting a dark red loveknot |
| [02:32.47] | Into her long black hair |
| [02:34.49] | |
| [02:37.11] | " One kiss, my bonny sweetheart |
| [02:39.49] | I' m after a prize tonight |
| [02:41.56] | |
| [02:42.56] | But I shall be back with the yellow gold |
| [02:45.46] | Before the morning light |
| [02:47.27] | |
| [02:48.27] | Yet if they press me sharply |
| [02:50.33] | |
| [02:50.97] | And harry me through the day |
| [02:53.03] | |
| [02:53.65] | Then look for me by the moonlight |
| [02:56.56] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
| [02:58.80] | |
| [02:59.70] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
| [03:02.25] | Though hell should bar the way |
| [03:04.17] | |
| [03:06.67] | He rose upright in the stirrups |
| [03:09.19] | He scarce could reach her hand |
| [03:11.38] | |
| [03:12.14] | But she loosened her hair in the casement |
| [03:14.85] | His face burnt like a brand |
| [03:16.91] | |
| [03:17.60] | As the black cascade of the perfume |
| [03:20.54] | Came tumbling over his breast |
| [03:22.54] | |
| [03:23.29] | And he kissed its waves in the moonlight |
| [03:25.62] | |
| [03:26.30] | Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight |
| [03:28.38] | |
| [03:29.06] | He tugged at his rein in the moonlight |
| [03:31.89] | And galloped away to the west |
| [03:34.39] | |
| [04:00.39] | He did not come at the dawning |
| [04:02.26] | |
| [04:02.83] | He did not come at noon |
| [04:04.96] | |
| [04:05.83] | And out of the tawny sunset |
| [04:08.41] | Before the rise o' the moon |
| [04:10.55] | |
| [04:11.42] | When the road was a gypsy' s ribbon |
| [04:13.60] | |
| [04:14.10] | Looping the purple moor |
| [04:16.26] | |
| [04:17.00] | A redcoat troop came marching |
| [04:19.27] | |
| [04:20.01] | Marching, marching |
| [04:21.59] | |
| [04:22.90] | King George' s men came marching |
| [04:24.71] | |
| [04:25.58] | Up to the old inndoor |
| [04:27.86] | |
| [04:29.98] | They said no word to the landlord |
| [04:31.94] | |
| [04:32.56] | They drank his ale instead |
| [04:34.32] | |
| [04:35.26] | But they gagged his daughter and bound her |
| [04:38.14] | To the foot of her narrow bed |
| [04:40.34] | |
| [04:40.90] | Two of them knelt at the casement |
| [04:43.73] | With muskets at their side |
| [04:45.61] | |
| [04:46.42] | There was death at every window |
| [04:48.50] | |
| [04:49.44] | Hell at one dark window |
| [04:51.62] | |
| [04:52.43] | For Bess could see through the casement |
| [04:55.08] | The road that he would ride |
| [04:57.20] | |
| [04:59.72] | They had tied her up to attention |
| [05:02.17] | With many a niggering jest |
| [05:04.23] | |
| [05:04.97] | They had bound a musket beside her |
| [05:07.86] | With the barrel beneath her breast |
| [05:09.70] | |
| [05:10.39] | " Now keep good watch", and they kissed her |
| [05:13.59] | She heard the dead man say |
| [05:16.23] | " Look for me by the moonlight |
| [05:18.53] | |
| [05:19.30] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
| [05:21.42] | |
| [05:22.01] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
| [05:24.76] | Though hell should bar the way" |
| [05:26.77] | |
| [05:29.12] | She twisted her hands behind her |
| [05:31.18] | But all the knots held good |
| [05:33.52] | |
| [05:34.95] | She writhed her hands till her fingers |
| [05:37.53] | Were wet with sweat or blood |
| [05:39.54] | |
| [05:40.42] | They stretched and strained in the darkness |
| [05:43.11] | And the hours crawled by like years |
| [05:45.25] | |
| [05:45.93] | Till now on the stroke of midnight |
| [05:48.13] | |
| [05:48.76] | Cold on the stroke of midnight |
| [05:50.96] | |
| [05:51.71] | The tip of one finger touched it |
| [05:54.34] | The trigger at least was hers |
| [05:56.37] | |
| [06:13.08] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, had they heard it? |
| [06:15.35] | |
| [06:15.90] | The horses hoofs ring clear |
| [06:17.67] | |
| [06:18.61] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, in the distance |
| [06:21.30] | Were they deaf that they did not hear? |
| [06:23.38] | |
| [06:24.50] | Down the ribbon of moonlight |
| [06:26.45] | |
| [06:27.08] | Over the brow of the hill |
| [06:29.13] | |
| [06:29.71] | The highwayman came riding |
| [06:31.71] | |
| [06:32.54] | Riding, riding |
| [06:34.28] | |
| [06:35.86] | The redcoats looked to their priming |
| [06:37.61] | |
| [06:38.17] | She stood up straight and still |
| [06:40.05] | |
| [06:42.57] | Tlot, in the frosty silence |
| [06:44.46] | |
| [06:45.20] | Tlot, in the echoing night |
| [06:47.20] | |
| [06:48.21] | Nearer he came and nearer |
| [06:50.27] | |
| [06:50.85] | Her face was like a light |
| [06:52.97] | |
| [06:53.74] | Her eyes grew wide for a moment |
| [06:56.50] | She drew one last deep breath |
| [06:58.56] | |
| [06:59.24] | Then her finger moved in the moonlight |
| [07:02.13] | Her musket shattered the moonlight |
| [07:04.44] | |
| [07:05.26] | Shattered her breast in the moonlight |
| [07:07.75] | And warned him with her death |
| [07:09.81] | |
| [07:12.34] | He turned, he spurred to the west |
| [07:14.85] | He did not know she stood |
| [07:16.94] | |
| [07:17.82] | Bowed with her head o' er the musket |
| [07:20.40] | Drenched with her own red blood |
| [07:22.60] | |
| [07:23.29] | Not till the dawn he heard it |
| [07:26.11] | His face grew gray to hear |
| [07:28.31] | |
| [07:28.94] | How Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
| [07:31.04] | |
| [07:31.73] | The landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
| [07:33.98] | |
| [07:34.60] | Had watched for her love in the moonlight |
| [07:37.36] | And died in the darkness there |
| [07:39.87] | |
| [07:41.93] | And back, he spurred like a madman |
| [07:44.44] | Shrieking a curse to the sky |
| [07:47.27] | With the white road smoking behind him |
| [07:50.09] | And his rapier brandished high |
| [07:51.98] | |
| [07:52.85] | Bloodred were the spurs in the gold moon |
| [07:55.92] | Winered was his velvet coat |
| [07:57.88] | |
| [07:58.50] | When they shot him down on the highway |
| [08:01.39] | Down like a dog on the highway |
| [08:03.58] | |
| [08:04.15] | And he lay in his blood on the highway |
| [08:07.09] | With the bunch of lace at his throat |
| [08:09.24] | |
| [08:27.30] | Still of a winter' s night, they say |
| [08:29.92] | When the wind is in the trees |
| [08:31.94] | |
| [08:32.49] | When the moon is a ghostly galleon |
| [08:35.19] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
| [08:37.08] | |
| [08:38.20] | When the road is a ribbon of moonlight |
| [08:41.01] | Over the purple moor |
| [08:43.04] | |
| [08:43.66] | A highwayman comes riding |
| [08:45.92] | |
| [08:46.80] | Riding, riding |
| [08:48.56] | |
| [08:49.93] | A highwayman comes riding |
| [08:51.43] | |
| [08:52.55] | Up to the old inndoor |
| [08:55.14] | |
| [09:10.31] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Traditional |
| [01:08.30] | The wind was a torrent of darkness |
| [01:10.89] | Among the gusty trees |
| [01:12.64] | |
| [01:13.35] | The moon was a ghostly galleon |
| [01:15.81] | |
| [01:16.35] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
| [01:18.85] | The road was a ribbon of moonlight |
| [01:22.00] | Over the purple moor |
| [01:24.06] | |
| [01:24.69] | And the highwayman came riding |
| [01:26.94] | |
| [01:27.50] | Riding, riding |
| [01:29.87] | |
| [01:30.81] | The highwayman came riding |
| [01:32.57] | |
| [01:33.19] | Up to the old inndoor |
| [01:35.69] | |
| [01:37.78] | He' d a French cocked hat on his forehead |
| [01:40.42] | A bunch of lace at his chin |
| [01:42.54] | |
| [01:43.11] | A coat of claret velvet |
| [01:45.18] | |
| [01:45.99] | And breeches of brown doeskin |
| [01:48.06] | |
| [01:48.75] | They fitted with never a wrinkle |
| [01:51.51] | His boots were up to the thigh |
| [01:54.32] | And he rode with a jeweled twinkle |
| [01:56.66] | |
| [01:57.22] | His pistol butts atwinkle |
| [01:59.04] | |
| [02:00.29] | His rapier hilt atwinkle |
| [02:02.05] | |
| [02:02.80] | Under the jeweled sky |
| [02:04.88] | |
| [02:07.51] | And over the cobbles he clattered |
| [02:09.89] | And clashed in the dark inn yard |
| [02:12.08] | |
| [02:12.71] | And he tapped with his whip on the shutters |
| [02:15.66] | But all was locked and barred |
| [02:18.11] | He whistled a tune to the window |
| [02:21.31] | And who should be waiting there |
| [02:23.26] | |
| [02:24.00] | But the landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
| [02:26.20] | |
| [02:26.83] | Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
| [02:29.21] | |
| [02:30.15] | Plaiting a dark red loveknot |
| [02:32.47] | Into her long black hair |
| [02:34.49] | |
| [02:37.11] | " One kiss, my bonny sweetheart |
| [02:39.49] | I' m after a prize tonight |
| [02:41.56] | |
| [02:42.56] | But I shall be back with the yellow gold |
| [02:45.46] | Before the morning light |
| [02:47.27] | |
| [02:48.27] | Yet if they press me sharply |
| [02:50.33] | |
| [02:50.97] | And harry me through the day |
| [02:53.03] | |
| [02:53.65] | Then look for me by the moonlight |
| [02:56.56] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
| [02:58.80] | |
| [02:59.70] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
| [03:02.25] | Though hell should bar the way |
| [03:04.17] | |
| [03:06.67] | He rose upright in the stirrups |
| [03:09.19] | He scarce could reach her hand |
| [03:11.38] | |
| [03:12.14] | But she loosened her hair in the casement |
| [03:14.85] | His face burnt like a brand |
| [03:16.91] | |
| [03:17.60] | As the black cascade of the perfume |
| [03:20.54] | Came tumbling over his breast |
| [03:22.54] | |
| [03:23.29] | And he kissed its waves in the moonlight |
| [03:25.62] | |
| [03:26.30] | Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight |
| [03:28.38] | |
| [03:29.06] | He tugged at his rein in the moonlight |
| [03:31.89] | And galloped away to the west |
| [03:34.39] | |
| [04:00.39] | He did not come at the dawning |
| [04:02.26] | |
| [04:02.83] | He did not come at noon |
| [04:04.96] | |
| [04:05.83] | And out of the tawny sunset |
| [04:08.41] | Before the rise o' the moon |
| [04:10.55] | |
| [04:11.42] | When the road was a gypsy' s ribbon |
| [04:13.60] | |
| [04:14.10] | Looping the purple moor |
| [04:16.26] | |
| [04:17.00] | A redcoat troop came marching |
| [04:19.27] | |
| [04:20.01] | Marching, marching |
| [04:21.59] | |
| [04:22.90] | King George' s men came marching |
| [04:24.71] | |
| [04:25.58] | Up to the old inndoor |
| [04:27.86] | |
| [04:29.98] | They said no word to the landlord |
| [04:31.94] | |
| [04:32.56] | They drank his ale instead |
| [04:34.32] | |
| [04:35.26] | But they gagged his daughter and bound her |
| [04:38.14] | To the foot of her narrow bed |
| [04:40.34] | |
| [04:40.90] | Two of them knelt at the casement |
| [04:43.73] | With muskets at their side |
| [04:45.61] | |
| [04:46.42] | There was death at every window |
| [04:48.50] | |
| [04:49.44] | Hell at one dark window |
| [04:51.62] | |
| [04:52.43] | For Bess could see through the casement |
| [04:55.08] | The road that he would ride |
| [04:57.20] | |
| [04:59.72] | They had tied her up to attention |
| [05:02.17] | With many a niggering jest |
| [05:04.23] | |
| [05:04.97] | They had bound a musket beside her |
| [05:07.86] | With the barrel beneath her breast |
| [05:09.70] | |
| [05:10.39] | " Now keep good watch", and they kissed her |
| [05:13.59] | She heard the dead man say |
| [05:16.23] | " Look for me by the moonlight |
| [05:18.53] | |
| [05:19.30] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
| [05:21.42] | |
| [05:22.01] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
| [05:24.76] | Though hell should bar the way" |
| [05:26.77] | |
| [05:29.12] | She twisted her hands behind her |
| [05:31.18] | But all the knots held good |
| [05:33.52] | |
| [05:34.95] | She writhed her hands till her fingers |
| [05:37.53] | Were wet with sweat or blood |
| [05:39.54] | |
| [05:40.42] | They stretched and strained in the darkness |
| [05:43.11] | And the hours crawled by like years |
| [05:45.25] | |
| [05:45.93] | Till now on the stroke of midnight |
| [05:48.13] | |
| [05:48.76] | Cold on the stroke of midnight |
| [05:50.96] | |
| [05:51.71] | The tip of one finger touched it |
| [05:54.34] | The trigger at least was hers |
| [05:56.37] | |
| [06:13.08] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, had they heard it? |
| [06:15.35] | |
| [06:15.90] | The horses hoofs ring clear |
| [06:17.67] | |
| [06:18.61] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, in the distance |
| [06:21.30] | Were they deaf that they did not hear? |
| [06:23.38] | |
| [06:24.50] | Down the ribbon of moonlight |
| [06:26.45] | |
| [06:27.08] | Over the brow of the hill |
| [06:29.13] | |
| [06:29.71] | The highwayman came riding |
| [06:31.71] | |
| [06:32.54] | Riding, riding |
| [06:34.28] | |
| [06:35.86] | The redcoats looked to their priming |
| [06:37.61] | |
| [06:38.17] | She stood up straight and still |
| [06:40.05] | |
| [06:42.57] | Tlot, in the frosty silence |
| [06:44.46] | |
| [06:45.20] | Tlot, in the echoing night |
| [06:47.20] | |
| [06:48.21] | Nearer he came and nearer |
| [06:50.27] | |
| [06:50.85] | Her face was like a light |
| [06:52.97] | |
| [06:53.74] | Her eyes grew wide for a moment |
| [06:56.50] | She drew one last deep breath |
| [06:58.56] | |
| [06:59.24] | Then her finger moved in the moonlight |
| [07:02.13] | Her musket shattered the moonlight |
| [07:04.44] | |
| [07:05.26] | Shattered her breast in the moonlight |
| [07:07.75] | And warned him with her death |
| [07:09.81] | |
| [07:12.34] | He turned, he spurred to the west |
| [07:14.85] | He did not know she stood |
| [07:16.94] | |
| [07:17.82] | Bowed with her head o' er the musket |
| [07:20.40] | Drenched with her own red blood |
| [07:22.60] | |
| [07:23.29] | Not till the dawn he heard it |
| [07:26.11] | His face grew gray to hear |
| [07:28.31] | |
| [07:28.94] | How Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
| [07:31.04] | |
| [07:31.73] | The landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
| [07:33.98] | |
| [07:34.60] | Had watched for her love in the moonlight |
| [07:37.36] | And died in the darkness there |
| [07:39.87] | |
| [07:41.93] | And back, he spurred like a madman |
| [07:44.44] | Shrieking a curse to the sky |
| [07:47.27] | With the white road smoking behind him |
| [07:50.09] | And his rapier brandished high |
| [07:51.98] | |
| [07:52.85] | Bloodred were the spurs in the gold moon |
| [07:55.92] | Winered was his velvet coat |
| [07:57.88] | |
| [07:58.50] | When they shot him down on the highway |
| [08:01.39] | Down like a dog on the highway |
| [08:03.58] | |
| [08:04.15] | And he lay in his blood on the highway |
| [08:07.09] | With the bunch of lace at his throat |
| [08:09.24] | |
| [08:27.30] | Still of a winter' s night, they say |
| [08:29.92] | When the wind is in the trees |
| [08:31.94] | |
| [08:32.49] | When the moon is a ghostly galleon |
| [08:35.19] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
| [08:37.08] | |
| [08:38.20] | When the road is a ribbon of moonlight |
| [08:41.01] | Over the purple moor |
| [08:43.04] | |
| [08:43.66] | A highwayman comes riding |
| [08:45.92] | |
| [08:46.80] | Riding, riding |
| [08:48.56] | |
| [08:49.93] | A highwayman comes riding |
| [08:51.43] | |
| [08:52.55] | Up to the old inndoor |
| [08:55.14] | |
| [09:10.31] |