Capo on 3rd (how I play it) Intro: Am Am7 C G Am Strumming pattern for intro: Am || Am7 | C ||| G ||| Am ||| Verse: Am C G Am The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees Am C G Am The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas Dm G C G The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor Dm G C And the highwayman came riding, G Riding, riding, Am C G Dm The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. Am C G Am He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, Am C G Am A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; Dm G C G They fitted with nary a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh Dm G C And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, G His pistol b***s a-twinkle, Am C G Dm His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. Am C G Am Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark innyard, Am C G Am And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; Dm G C G He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there? Dm G C But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, G Bess, the landlord's daughter, Am C G Dm Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Am C G Am "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight, Am C G Am But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Dm G C G Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Dm G C Then look for me by the moonlight, G Watch for me by the moonlight, Am C G Dm I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way. Am C G Am He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand Am C G Am But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand Dm G C G As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; Dm G C And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, G (Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!) Am C G Dm Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west. INTRO X2 Am C G Am He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon, Am C G Am And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, Dm G C G When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, Dm