The moon was glowing onto the old town pavement,
The wind was thick making a stormy torrando,
The moon was shining, glittering on the cobbled path.
The Highwayman lept onto his evil, crafty, horse,
When riding in a carriage you will here him cry,
STAND AND DELIVER, YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE!
His hat was black old and bucklled you will hear him tiptoe,
ameera and millie