The moon is dark,The sky is black,And the clouds upon the cloudy seas.And the Highway man came riding!-riding!!-riding!!!The Highway man came riding up to the old inn-yard,With a whip knocking on the door,And who a lady should be waiting there,But all was locked and barred;
He'll wear a black french hat on his forehead.
A bit of lace on his chin.
He'll even wear boots up to his thigh!
And he'll wear a clock in dark red and with golden sparks