Loreena Mckennitt - Highwayman - аккорды

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[Intro 1]
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[Intro 2]
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[Verse]
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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
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The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
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The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
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And the highwayman came riding,
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Riding, riding,
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The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.



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He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
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A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
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They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
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And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
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His pistol butts a-twinkle,
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His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.


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Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark innyard,
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And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
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He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
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But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
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Bess, the landlord's daughter,
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Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.


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"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
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But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
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Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
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Then look for me by the moonlight,
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Watch for me by the moonlight,
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I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way.


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He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
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But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
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As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
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And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
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(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
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Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.


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He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
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And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
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When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
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A red-coat troop came marching,
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Marching, marching
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King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.


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They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
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But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
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Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
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There was death at every window
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And hell at one dark window;
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For Bess could see, through the casement,
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The road that he would ride.


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They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
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They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
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"now keep good watch!" And they kissed her.She heard the dead man say
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"Look for me by the moonlight
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Watch for me by the moonlight
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I'll come to thee by the moonlight,
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though hell should bar the way!"


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She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
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She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
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They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
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Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
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Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
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The tip of one finger touched it!
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The trigger at least was hers!


[Bridge]
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Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs were ringing clear
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Tlot-tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
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Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
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The highwayman came riding,
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Riding, riding!
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The red-coats looked to their priming!
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She stood up straight and still!


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Tlot in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
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Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
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Her eyes grew wide for a moment! She drew one last deep breath,
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Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
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Her musket shattered the moonlight,
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Shattered her breast in the moonlight
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and warned him with her death.


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He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
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Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
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Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
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How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
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The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
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Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
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and died in the darkness there.


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Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
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With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
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Blood-red were the spurs i' the gold noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
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When they shot him down on the highway,
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Down like a dog on the highway,
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And he lay in his blood on the highway,
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with the bunch of lace at his throat.



[Bridge2]
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Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind's in the trees,
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When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
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When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
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A highwayman comes riding,
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Riding, riding,
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A highwayman comes riding,
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up to the old inn-door.

[End]
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