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Balladino The Highwayman Alfred Noyes Official Music Video amp Lyrics
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The song based on lyrics of beautiful Alfred Noyes' narrative poem - The Highwayman. • Songs production can sometimes differentiate from the original poem text, but that's usually minor differences. • • The Highwayman, by Alfred Noyes • 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. • He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, • A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin. • They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh. • And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, • His pistol butts a-twinkle, • His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. • Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard. • He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred. • He whistled a tune to the window, and 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. • And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked • Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked. • His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, • But he loved the landlord’s daughter, • The landlord’s red-lipped daughter. • Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say— • “One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night, • 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 moonlight, • I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.” • He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand, • But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand • As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; • And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, • (O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) • Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west. • He did not come in the dawning. 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, • A red-coat troop came marching— • Marching—marching— • King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door. • They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead. • But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed. • Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! • There was death at every window; • And hell at one dark window; • For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride. • They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest. • They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast! • “Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say— • Look for me by moonlight; • Watch for me by moonlight; • I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! • She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! • She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! • They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years • Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, • Cold, on the stroke of midnight, • The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! • The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest. • Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast. • She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again; • For the road lay bare in the moonlight; • Blank and bare in the moonlight; • And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain. • Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear; • Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? • Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, • The highwayman came riding— • Riding—riding— • The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still. • Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night! • Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light. • Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, • Then her finger moved in the moonlight, • Her musket shattered the moonlight, • Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death. • ... (too big for YT description limit) • #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrystatus #thehighwayman
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