The highway man

He diden't come at dawning;he woulden't come at noon;And out o' the tawny sunset,before the round moon would rise,When the road was a really gipsy ribben,looping the dark purple moor Red-coat came striding-striding-striding king George's men came striding up to the old old inn-door.Not even a single word to the rode landlord ,every single troop drank his beer instead,They gagged his daughter and put her