Highwayman by ASG
Wind in his hair, riding across the night,
Life isa jet black mare and a coach in sight.
He's a footpad, brigand, he's a tricorned villain
And he's I'll met by moonlight.
Hear "stand' deliver" feel a spinechill shiver
For he's I'll met by moolight.
Fear the dice he throws, his power to excite,
Love is a dark eyed rose and her bed for the night.
Back to the Inn, box up the mare,
Un-load his spoils, count them with care,
Orders his beef, laughs with his wine, up to her room for the love
Danger as a friend for betrayal's
An easy slope.
Death is the gallows end of a