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
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 tonight
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 sweet black cascade of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight)
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight
And galloped away to the west
