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The Highwayman

The Highwayman

The moon is hanging like a ribbon

Not a cloud to spoil

The tree quietly whispered to us

The wind was whistling

The Highwayman came riding, riding, riding

Not a thing could stop him

The moon was hanging like a snowball

The Highwayman wore a  velvet coat

Riding like a ghost

Stars shining like diamonds

No busy roads

A land lord

Gloomy long paths