McKennitt, Loreena - The Highwayman Lyrics




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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  1. littlecrookedhouse

    My mom read this poem to me at bedtime. She had strange ideas of bedtime stories. (Poe was a favorite of hers, but not mine.) To this day, I'm a fan of Loreena's. I got this CD when it was new. I'm 64 & have had Noyes' poem memorized since I was 5. McKennitt + Noyes =Wonderful

  2. Richard Miller

    I want to like her more. Its just that the delivery is so 'precious'.

  3. madddfoxxx

    Девушки любят хулиганов)))

  4. Ice man

    Never learned this at school. I heard about the poem from Fleetwood Mac’s Everywhere video. It’s absolutely brilliant and this song does it justice.

  5. Jair Araújo de Lima

    Amazing, nice & eternal!

  6. Epi Endless

    I was listening to this lovely music, and paused because I thought I could hear a car alarm going off outside somewhere.
    Then I realised it's on the track.. (around 6:30 and elsewhere)
    Now I can't unhear it.

  7. hassan sakka

    la plus belle chanson

  8. Alex Sharapov

    Three double letters in your name automatically make you a better artist

  9. Tom Davis

    She's has beautiful voice..

  10. KAoTic Angel

    I absolutely LOVE this song! I hadn't heard it in over a decade when it just popped into my head. The only thing I don't like about it is that she killed herself to save him and he came back and got himself killed ANYWAY!! Ughhhhh! 😩
    Boys..🙄😏❤

    William Zammit

    He didn't want to live without her.

  11. TheRABman _

    At the ages of 32 I’m finally starting to appreciate REAL music.

  12. szopq

    My Song II (English)

    For that land where a scrap of bread is picked up
    From the ground out of reverence
    For Heaven's gifts...
    I am homesick, Lord!...

    For the land where it's a great travesty
    To harm a stork's nest in a pear tree,
    For storks serve us all...
    I am homesick, Lord!...

    For the land where we greet each other
    In the ancient Christian custom:
    "May Christ's name be praised!"
    I am homesick, Lord!...

    I long still for yet another thing, likewise innocent,
    For I no longer know where to find
    My abode...
    I am homesick, Lord!

    For worrying-not and thinking-not,
    For those whose yes means yes --- and no means no ---
    Without shades of grey...
    I am homesick, Lord!

    I long for that distant place, where someone cares for me!
    It must be thus, though my friendship
    Will never come to pass!...
    I am homesick, Lord!

    Rubs OP

    Whew no likes...

  13. karl Anderson

    Simply beautiful...

  14. SplatterCatGaming

    Superb.

  15. john e Lawler

    the first time I heard this I was about 24 & immediately loved it Now 0ver 40 years later I still do

  16. Citizen888

    Awe... wish the subtitles were in English : )

  17. J. Ota

    I was in my mothers womb when I first listened to this song, it´s still with me after 20 years.

    Helen Hines

    I was about 8-9 when my mom introduced us to lorenna's music. Many car rides this song was the soundtrack. Ironically that was 20 years ago too.

    Helen Hines

    I play it for my 2 and 3 yo now.

  18. S B

    flashbacks of baking in the kitchen with my mom on the weekends as a kid. love it. Always loved Loreena McKennitt

    Helen Hines

    My mom played all of her albums in the car when I was a kid... Nostalgic.

    Jason Nicholas Schwarz

    got to cook when i listen to this

  19. miguel angel jacobacci

    King George's men came marching to the platform door of the old inn, did not say a word to the owner of the inn, gagged the innkeeper's daughter and tied her to the foot of her narrow bed, there was death over the window The death whispered in his ear after giving him a kiss, "look for me in the moonlight, look for me in the moonlight, I will come for you in the moonlight, even if hell prevents me from the road".
    ... he had taken care of his love in the light of the moon and died in the dark, when he returned, he spurred his horse like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky with the white road smoking behind him, and brandishing his sword blood red were his spurs in the golden midday, wine red was his velvet jacket when he was shot on the road, lying in his blood on the way, with lace trim on his neck.
    Still on winter nights, they say, when the wind is in the trees when the moon is a ghostly galleon sailing in a sea of ​​clouds, when the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple wasteland riding horseback.

  20. miguel angel jacobacci

    Los hombres del rey George llegaron marchando a la plataforma puerta de la vieja posada,no dijieron una sola palabra al dueño de la posada,amordazaron a la hija del dueño de la posada y la Ataron a los pies de su estrecha cama,estaba la muerte sobre la ventana. La muerte se susurró al oído luego de darle un beso,"búscame a la luz de la luna,mira por mi a la luz de la luna,vendre por tu a la luz de la luna,aunque el infierno me impida el camino".
    ...había cuidado de su amor a la luz de la luna y murió en la oscuridad,al volver,espoleo su caballo como un loco,gritando una maldición al cielo con el blanco camino humeando detrás de él,y blandiendo en alto su espada,rojo sangre eran sus espuelas en el dorado mediodía,rojo vino era su chaqueta de terciopelo cuando le dispararon en el camino, tendido en su sangre en el camino,con adorno de encaje en su cuello.
    Todavía en las noches de invierno,dicen,cuando el viento está en los árboles cuando la luna es un galeón fantasmal navegando en un mar de nubes ,cuando el camino es una cinta de luz de luna sobre el páramo púrpura cabalgando cabalgando.

  21. Nature Randonnée Découverte TV

    La chanson est belle. Ne sortez pas avec un homme terrifiant qui gagne sa vie en attaquant des voyageurs innocents.

  22. Julia Graham-Lemon

    Such a lovely song/poem.

  23. William Harrell

    The only thing better than hearing her sing is watching her perform....Loreena McKennitt is delightful and much appreciated.

  24. Araes Chile

    Bello... Verdadero amor.

  25. Jim Brannan

    Wonderful. This reminds me of the Kris Kristofferson and Rita Coolidge song Silver Mantis about forbidden love:

    Seito lived in the canyon of the dragons,
    Sashiko lived in the valley of the moon
    They met along the highway to Aomeri where danger in the forest loomed

    Shashiko dressed in silks and dreamed of heroes
    She was carried in a hammock draped and veiled
    Her father was a cruel and brutal warlord who fearful kept her in a shell

    Seito he was but a lowly servant but his master knew him to be true and brave
    When he happened on the scene of her education he sent her captors to their graves

    Seito guarded Sashiko to her palace
    He had no thought of ransom to conceal
    She took him in and washed his cuts and bruises and laid him softly down to
    sleep

    When morning came she rose to tell her father
    Of the stranger who had ruined the kidnap plot
    But jealous and enraged her father seized him and chained him in the dungeon dark

    Sashiko's tears flowed like the river Edo as she pleaded Seito's freedom face to floor
    But the warlord turned his back and would not hear her
    His mercy withered years before

    When night fell she crept down into the dungeon
    Two daggers hidden underneath her coat
    And there they slept in death by harakiri her father's chains around them both

  26. Audrey and Remington

    Moral of the story: Don't date a creepy guy who makes a living off of attacking innocent travlers.

    Sarah Hamilfan

    Well it's not his fault she got raped by a bunch of redcoats and then committed suicide...

    Ice man

    Highwaymen were pretty brutal criminals if you read the history. Yes you had some Robin Hood types but on the whole they were a nasty bunch. It’s a bit like how the mafia are glamourised as having a code of honour these days.

  27. Duncan Reid

    Perfection. Always loved this version 😊

  28. Alina Casales

    Re-reading Divine by Mistake

  29. Althya Verse

    this song is AWESOME! it's just like Emily said tho. it is so stupid of the redcoats to tie a gun to someone. i mean, isn't it inevitable that she'll kill herself?

  30. Cry Baby

    The song is beautiful, but I don't get it. The redcoats were kind of stupid, don't you think? I mean TYING a GUN to the girl they're trying to IMPRISON, not the brightest idea.

    Isaiah Braddock

    it probebly was somthing they would do

    random account

    They were drunk and it seemed funny at the time.

    manonamountain

    @random account Sorry to piss on your bonfire, but it isn't a true tale.

  31. Primer 55MKD

    i am legit sorry for making this the first song my friends have to hear after the years of personally listening to her music. only bc as good as this song is, there are so many more

  32. J. Ota

    I was in my mother´s womb when i first listened to it, and i have been always grateful for such present!

  33. Privileged White Male

    The wind was a torrent of darkness
    Among the gusty trees
    The moon was a ghostly galleon
    Tossed upon the cloudy seas
    The road was a ribbon of moonlight
    Over the purple moor
    When the highwayman came riding
    Riding, riding,
    The highwayman came riding
    Up to the old inn door
    He'd a french cocked hat at his forehead
    A bunch of lace at his chin
    A coat of claret velvet
    And breeches of brown doe-skin
    They fitted with nary a wrinkle
    His boots were up to the thigh
    And he rode with a jeweled twinkle
    His pistol butts a-twinkle
    His rapier hilt a-twinkle
    Under the jeweled sky
    And over cobbles he clattered
    And clashed in the dark inn-yard
    And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
    But all was locked and barred
    He whistled a tune to the window
    And who should be waiting there
    But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
    Bess, the landlord's daughter
    Plaiting a dark red love knot
    Into her long black hair
    "One kiss my bonny sweetheart
    I'm after a prize tonight
    But I should be back with the yellow gold
    Before the morning light
    Yet if they press me sharply
    And harry me through the day
    Then look for me by the moonlight
    Watch for me by the moonlight
    I'll come to thee by the moonlight
    Though hell should bar the way."
    He rose up right in the stirrups
    He scarce could reach her hand
    But she loosened her hair in the casement
    His face burned like a brand
    As a black cascade of perfume
    Came tumbling over his breast
    And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
    Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
    He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
    And galloped away to the west
    He did not come at the dawning
    He did not come at noon
    And out of the tawny sunset
    Before the rise of the moon
    When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
    Looping the purple moor
    A redcoat troop came marching
    Marching, marching
    King George's men came marching
    Up to the old inn door
    They said no word to the landlord
    They drank his ale instead
    But they gagged his daughter and bound her
    To the foot of her narrow bed
    Two of them knelt at the casement
    With muskets at their side
    There was death at every window
    Hell at one dark window
    For Bess could see through the casement
    The road that he would ride
    They had tied her up to attention
    With many a sniggering jest
    They had bound a musket beside her
    With the barrel beneath her breast
    "Now keep good watch" and they kissed her
    She heard the dead man say
    "Look for me by the moonlight
    Watch for me by the moonlight
    I'll come to thee by the moonlight
    Though hell should bar the way."
    She twisted her hands behind her
    But all the knots held good!
    But she writhed her hands 'til her fingers
    Were wet with sweat or blood
    They stretched and strained in the darkness
    And the hours crawled by like years
    Till now on the stroke of midnight
    Cold on the stroke of midnight
    The tip of her finger touched it
    The trigger at least was hers
    Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot had they heard it?
    The horse's hooves rang clear
    Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance
    Were they deaf they did not hear?
    Down the ribbon of moonlight
    Over the brow of the hill
    The highwayman came riding
    Riding, riding
    The redcoats looked to their priming
    She stood up straight and still
    Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
    Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
    Nearer he came and nearer
    Her face was like a light
    Her eyes grew wide for a moment
    She drew a last deep breath
    Then her finger moved in the moonlight
    Her musket shattered the moonlight
    Shattered her breast in the moonlight
    And warned him with her death
    He turned, he spurred to the west
    He did not know she stood
    Bowed with her head o'er musket
    Drenched with her own red blood
    Not till the dawn he heard it
    His face grew grey to hear
    How Bess the landlord's daughter
    The landlord's black-eyed daughter
    Had watched for her love in the moonlight
    And died in the darkness there
    And back he spurred like a madman
    Shrieking a curse to the sky!
    With the white road smoking behind him
    And his rapier brandished high!
    Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
    Wine-red was his velvet coat
    When they shot him down in the highway
    Down like a dog on the highway
    And he lay in his blood in the highway
    With a bunch of lace at his throat
    Still on a winter's night they say
    When the wind is in the trees
    When the moon is a ghostly galleon
    Tossed upon the cloudy seas
    When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
    Over the purple moor
    A highwayman comes riding
    Riding, riding,
    A highwayman comes riding
    Up to the old inn door

    maurizius klorofülis

    trugarez dit

  34. daDuke42

    And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
    Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
    His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
    But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
    The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
    Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—

  35. Kalle. A5.

    Wunderschön ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😙❤️😭

  36. kwith

    I didn't realize it until now but she skipped the verse that talks about Tim the ostler.

    John Miller

    It's a long song as it is now at over 10 minutes so I can't say I blame her

    kwith

    @John Miller Oh I agree, but if you think about it, it's kind of a key verse in the entire story.

    Kateřina Němcová

    Oh! I didn´t know there was such a verse. It would be much better with it - still, I listened to the song many times and didn´t miss any logic. The soldiers heard somewhere that Bess was his sweetheart, so they came to wait for him there. But the jealousy motive is much better!

  37. Kilyén Balázs

    Its is such an amazing song, and i still can barely listen to it, because its so extremely sad.

  38. María nisbeth Ramírez

    Beatifull song

  39. adriana aparecida

    Te amo Loreena

  40. Axiometric Half Hooded Suitor

    For the record I call level 7 Lambs - my people those happy woodland knockers - and Sinners, to never return being (too late) level 6. They blocked my facebook points - inaccurately - thinking the numbers on posts display total points, not the ones not shown up front - where's the ? government of USA. So I can't see so much of things ascended mastery is about at level 8. Common sense like directions. Living perfection on the wing.

  41. Jerz Jurkiewicz

    Nicely done.

  42. dennis grisham

    WISH SUBTITLE WAS ENGLISH

    Urkatu Kz

    I am so sorry. I thought that would be more useful in Spanish so we can understand what she is singing... you can get the lyric though :-)

    Greetings from Spain.

    Dan Nichols

    @Urkatu Kz Thank you for adding this video. I suspect you mean that you subtitled it in Spanish so that *Spanish speakers* could understand the English words of the poem/song better, past the already evocative emotional content presented by the singer's voice. Which is fine, as others have added the English words in their comments.

    Urkatu Kz

    @Dan Nichols Yes I meant I subtitled it in Spanish for Spanish speakers. That's what I am... Spanish.
    Thank you for comment it. If you have any other language to share with us it would be a pleasure for all of us.

  43. Sesli Termos

    Bu güzel sanat eserini keşfetmeme vesile olan “krait 400”e selamlar :))

    General Townes

    Rica ederim ne demek, beğenmene sevindim :D

  44. Allysson Hart

    Brasil, 2018. I love it!

  45. Jonsnow 486

    Justicia para bess 😭

  46. K.T.Joy

    High school flashbacks of coming home in winter and listening to this religiously

  47. Peppa is french

    The story is basically about how the landlords daughter (the kings daughter), fell in to a forbidden love with the highwaymen (the robber). Then one day- the highwaymen held on to his loves’ hair, trying to climb up to her from the bottom of the castle. He said “ I will return, my love. “ (he’s going to go rob people on the highway) . And so they said they kissed & said goodbye, not knowing it will be their last kiss. Sadly, the king found out about their love & sent his men to go to her room & tie her up so when the highwaymen came in, they would kill him & not her. They knotted a gun on to her chest & tied up her hands & legs. She was waiting to hear his horse from down the castle while trying to set herself free. She could only untie 1 hand. And so she did. She set her hand free, grabbed the gun from her chest & pulled the trigger. The highwaymen heard the gunshot when he was coming into the castle,,, so he got back up on his horse & went home. It wasn’t until the next day that he found out his love had died. He couldn’t believe it- so he got on his horse & made his way back to the castle. He was on the highway,,, & died. How?, you may ask.. Well, other highwaymen killed him. What he did for a living- was what he died from.







    so cliche






    anyways, you’re welcome:)

    Anna Midkiff

    He doesn't get shot by other highwayman. He gets shot by the king's soldiers. It's like saying that a burglar who gets shot by cops is dying from what he did for a living. The irony is not that he gets killed by what he did for a living, the irony is that even though Bess has killed herself to save his life, he essentially kills himself in a futile attempt to avenge her. You can still find that cliche if you like, but at least be accurate about it.

    Steven Baker

    You also have some inaccuracies. One the "Landlords daughter" refers to a tavern owners daughter. In England tavern owners were often call The Landlord. I've heard some Irish who still use this phrase2. The Kings men were after him because of his chosen career. And third. She didn't free the musket just one finger which she used to hit the trigger. She shot herself in the heart just to warn him that death was awaiting him. She traded her life for his. When he found out what happened he chose to attack knowing he would die so to Join his bonney love in death rather live without her. This is a story as old as time. A kind of variation of Romeo and Juliet. In it's own way.

  48. nyga 5

    dka ty ciulu po 15 latach sie skapnąłem ze zajumaleś ten sampel jak chytra baba z radomia.

  49. HeeNioo132

    "Bo to historia,bo to marzenia(...)"

  50. Michael Holding

    I think there is nothing kills the joy of poetry like having it hammered into you at school! Loreenas music is able to break that evil spell and allow you to appreciate the beauty of the words.

    William Maurillon

    like a lord?

    MoonGlow Simon

    Yeah, I really do like this. However, it sjould be noted that some of the original poem is missing.

    89792131121607920 math is cool

    nothing is like poetry when you don't know what poetry is

  51. Walter Santiso

    Every time I think I can listen to this song without droping any tear I fail :(

  52. İbrahim Bekar

    Tek kelimeyle harika! Yıllardır dinliyorum bi an olsun bıkmadım. 👏 👏 👏

  53. Sterre

    heel mooi nummer ik wordt er moe van en gebruik hem soms om in slaap te komen en dat werkt heel goed en dat is fijn

  54. Batuhan

    This is 300k. Selena gomez is billions. 90 percent of people are idiot. Someday I'll prove that

  55. Armando Damaceno

    Lorenna e música que vai lá dentro da alma é só viagem nos pensamento mais peofundos

  56. Draven Cheatum

    I remember being 9 or so when i got my first mp3 player(I'm 19 now) I had no idea what to put on it. So I asked my mom to just download some music on it. This was one song i used to listen to almost everynight. Over the years I forgot I ever owned it. I found the little thing in a box a year ago and immediately listened to this song again. Frankly I was shocked it still worked let alone that I still had it. Aaaah great memories.

    Margaret Kuhl

    Smart Mom.

    wacky Arc

    @Michael Okere yes

    wacky Arc

    👏👏👏

    Tom Harrington

    well done kiiddo.if you ever get a chance to listen to vangelis ,,,to the unknown man.,,,i thought special needs how to play it on an old three lair syphonic machine.keep up your good work as i will continue to get them there vocals for your pleasure song,,,,,the highway man,,, from all us here in there classroom,,they say thankyou from ireland,,.

    Copy and paste

    My mom had her CD and I would randomly grab CDs. I saw this one went cool lord of the rings music. I was blown away. Such a stunning voice and wove such a tale!

  57. Jeff Laura Voorhis

    One of my favorite songs on this album.

  58. Thomas Ritter

    The armoured cars came driving, driving, driving up to the old Inns door. And then the SS men firing,firing, firing till nobody lives at the moor...

  59. frustrated lad

    The poem and her singing gives me chills

  60. TeamRinaldi3

    Just not my personal taste. My wife really enjoys Ms. McKennitt's music so I listened to the entire song, but it just isn't for me. I can definitely appreciate her talent though, she does have a good voice.

  61. Robert Mark Smith

    great relaxing music

  62. Ömer Eren Yılmaz

    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    Highwayman song is English
    So why the subtitles aren't?

    Urkatu Kz

    Because I wanted to subtitle it in Spanish for people who don't understand it.

    Jonsnow 486

    Porque hablo español >:v

  63. Janice Khan

    My favori yt? Im a witch too

  64. Sylvain Le Bouthillier

    MERCI ,, FAIS TOI S EN PAS POUR MOI JE SUIS MORT PLUSIEUR FOIS DE LA MAINTENANT IL Y AS UNE ARMÉ DE L AUDELAS A MES COTÉ, ET CE QUE JE VAIS POUVOIR FAIRE VAS SURPRENDRE CERTAIN !!!
    11LIGHT FORCE88
    FRÈRE DE JÉSUS
    ET FILS D ASTHAR SHERAN.....
    QUI SUIS JE....
    9/11

  65. mustafa kaan

    Guzel yapim

  66. Weston Coenczar

    ®MOONCŒN...

  67. Weston Coenczar

    ®MOTHER. ®JANOEVAMAYTURK...

  68. Weston Coenczar

    ®MUSEUM. ®MUSEUMS.

  69. Mikireme Romann

    Meine Nummer 1. Die Frau hat einfach eine grandiose Stimme....

  70. Elandir

    I love this song and the poem, still makes me cry when I listen it but there is something I can't visualize, maybe someone can help me with this. How exactly was the musket set and why? Somewere I read that it was deliberately set by the soldiers in a way that I would shoot and kill bess if she moved in a kind of psychological torture for her but it doesn't makes much sense for me, first because it's something very silly to do (though it could be ok beacuse,all in all, the soldiers were drunk) but second, and foremost, the verses :

    "She twisted her hands behind her
    But all the knots held good!
    But she writhed her hands 'til her fingers
    Were wet with sweat or blood
    They stretched and strained in the darkness"

    and particularly:

    "And the hours crawled by like years
    Till now on the stroke of midnight
    Cold on the stroke of midnight
    The tip of her finger touched it
    The trigger at least was hers"

    seems to suggest that she had to make a huge effort to reach the trigger and shoot the musket.

    Any thought about this?

    Cheers!!

    Jovet

    I believe the musket was setup as a booby trap in the room, so that when the Highwayman got to her (if he did) and opened the door, it would go off. Instead, she escaped her bonds enough so that she could reach the trigger to set it off early as a warning to him, sacrificing her life in the process. It was positioned to shoot her in the chest.

    Dan Nichols

    That's a good question! I think you probably have it right about the Redcoats intent for psychological torture, but perhaps not to keep her from moving to avoid causing it firing at her, but rather instead as a reminder to her that after they were finished with killing her lover right in front of her line of sight (and finished with her also: "...and many a sniggering jest..."), they would kill her too. But I also think that perhaps the poem's author had an ending in mind to make it tragic, and maybe this was the best he was able to come up with. I also presume they tied it so the barrel rested between her breasts, with the muzzle pointed at her throat/head. (That was kinda unclear to me.)

    Dan Nichols

    Elandir, that's a good question! I think you probably have it right about the Redcoats intent for psychological torture, but perhaps not to keep her
    from moving to avoid causing it firing at her, but rather instead as a reminder to her that after they were finished with killing her lover right in front of her line of sight (and finished with her also: "...and many a sniggering jest..."), they would kill her too. But I also think that perhaps the poem's author had an ending in mind to make it tragic, and maybe this was the best he was able to come up with. I also presume they tied it so the barrel rested between her breasts, with the muzzle
    pointed at her throat/head. (That was kinda unclear to me.)

    Dan Nichols

    Elandir, that's a good question! I think you probably have it right about the Redcoats intent for psychological torture, but perhaps not to keep her
    from moving to avoid causing it firing at her, but rather instead as a reminder to her that after they were finished with killing her lover right in front of her line of sight (and finished with her also: "...and many a sniggering jest..."), they would kill her too. But I also think that perhaps the poem's author had an ending in mind to make it tragic, and maybe this was the best he was able to come up with. I also presume they tied it so the barrel rested between her breasts, with the muzzle
    pointed at her throat/head. (That was kinda unclear to me.)

  71. Carla McCarthy

    My Mom absolutely loved this poem and song when I was little!!

  72. Xaralampos Douros

    the hithwayman

  73. nuh yılmaz

    Muhteşem bir ses
    Aklımda yanlış kalmadı ise bizim Nilüfer buna ait olan bir parçayı " Uzaklarda "diye yorumlamıştı ve de gayet iyi yorum du

  74. Rich Doe

    Real bard music. Awesome

  75. Xaralampos Douros

    THE HIHTHAN

  76. Lendamaine

    hocam yok böyle bir sanat ya

    General Townes

    İnsan kendini başka bir yerde hissediyor değil mi

    buket-

    Çocukken dinlerdim, şimdiye sarktı. Huzurla, saygıyla...

  77. Alexander Lopez

    I love this poem by Alfred Noyes. This is a good song adaptation :)

  78. Katie RADCLIFFE

    Reminds me of Poldark

  79. LutzDerLurch

    must have been quite the lady, if she could have a musket placed against her breast, and still reach the trigger.

    branko7171

    Such an awesome conversation. Not even a hint of an argument, kudos to you both. Sometimes you have to disregard the discrepancies to really enjoy the work.

    sgtcrab1

    Still upset over the bump stock ban I see. You are quite a stickler.

    Dan Nichols

    Even allowing for the long length of the musket, I suspect that 'placed against her breast' doesn't mean that the *muzzle* was against & pointed at her breast/heart, but rather the musket *barrel* lay tied along her body between her breasts with the muzzle pointed at her throat/head, with the trigger further down where she could just barely reach it? And no, I don't think it could have been 'sawed off', they were l-o-n-g barreled for a reason, so they could fire to an effective distance, shorter barrel=shorter reach to hit a target, so sawing it off would reduce that distance. And as someone pointed out, it wouldn't have been allowed, not at all. The other redcoats wouldn't have put up with someone reducing their survivability by his not being able to reach out & touch an enemy firing at them.

    Dan Nichols

    @LutzDerLurch Yeah, I guess 'long rifle' (as well as long musket) really means *long* .

    LutzDerLurch

    @Dan Nichols Well, in the 1730s or 1740s the british ran trials on barrel length, to see what effect shortenning the barrels had.

    At the Time they used 46" barrel length as per regulation. This was basically a very old standard by that time (from the 17th C.), and the military wanted to see if money and weight could be spared, with a shorter, handier musket.

    They took a bunch of muskets, performed firings, sawed off an inch, performed more tests, sawed off another inch, etc.

    By the 18th C. powder quality etc. had improved wuite a bit, so the found, that they could cut down barrels to 23" without ignificant loss of firepower or accuracy.

    However, another aspect of musketry was the bayonet, and a longer musket offers more reach in melee.

    With that aspect in mind (Not wanting to rapidly make their own army massively handicapped in close quarter combat against the other armies of the time) they settled for a 42" Barrel, first then introduced along with some other bits in weapons for marines and militia (Basically to somewhat test the idea on guineapigs and mariners working on crowded decks)

    There were even, in den French&Indian war, instances of regiments shortening their Muskets to 42" as a whole, to adapt to circumstances, and neat 4" sections of barrel have been found archeologically, alongside entries in orderly books and letters. (Yupp, even an army that long back in history left enough of a paper trail for us to pick up, today!)

    When that worked nicely, the next pattern for infantry musket adopted the shorter Barrel and some other features.

    However, re-arming a whole army takes a LOT of time, and even by the American Revolution, lots of Regiments carried the old patterns, Some carried a mix, and provincial troops and militias receiving arms from Britain, mostly received the long old ones.

    Eventually, by the end of the 18th C. a new pattern was planned, and (on paper) adopted, with a 39" barrel.

    I'm a 6''3'' dude and have a "Short land Pattern Musket" with 42" barrel. with may chin at the muzzle, I still wouldn't be able to reach the trigger. Not even close.

    Thigh is just to unweildy for suicide. A damn stupid design flaw :D :'D

  80. Vani V

    ¡¡¡Qué belleza!!!

  81. Emirhan Demirel

    Ben bunu nerde dinlemiştim aq

    Schnéll

    Emirhan Demirel Wtcn salagından geldim ben.

    Mustafa Orhan

    Schnélls ondan nasıl gelebildin buralara hayret

  82. Luciana luthi

    Perfeitaaaaa

  83. Berenice Valdez

    is there a violin sheet for the opening before she started singing ? cause i would really like one .

    Urkatu Kz

    +Berenice Valdez Hello. Maybe it is... but I don't have any sheet music from LM. I'm Sorry hope you can find another user who has this violin sheet you are looking for...

    Berenice Valdez

    +Urkatu Kz Oh thats okay anyways thank you ..

  84. Paul Johnson

    I shall have to put this on the stage. With plenty of beautiful props and scenery.

  85. MrGogoZec

    So let me get this straight. This guy goes around robbing people at gun (and sword) point. The law gets wind of the guy's possible whereabouts and they set up a sting at the home of his lover (and accomplice). Now, sure, they could've gone about it a bit nicer, but they were well within their rights to do what they did. We must remember, this story takes place in a time and a place where absolute monarchy is very much a ting. Therefore, that ale they drank wasn't really the innkeeper's. It was the King's. And the innkeeper and his daughter were subjects of said King.

    So just as the guy is about to walk into the trap, his accomplice offs herself, thereby alerting him of the danger. He books it, she's dead, and the whole thing looks like a bust. However, when the guy gets word of what went down, he turns around and sword in hand, charges a massed body of men with muskets at the ready. Essentially, this guy brought a sword to a gunfight, with predictable results.

    Moral of the story? The highway man was an idiot and the good guys kinda won. Still love the song though :)

    Kazzy Senpai

    MrGogoZec read it how you want, I’ll always come down on the side of the dissidents

    iquanyin

    MrGogoZec haha, he literally brought a sword to a gunfight

    Hannah

    Even if he was simply a robber, and we're going to ignore the massive injustice between rich and poor, the kingsmen still stole from the innkeeper and raped his daughter so??

    Jesper Gotthelf

    The re only one idiot in this tread

    ptanyuh

    What Kerrie said.

  86. Michael Henwood

    Ballad of Dick Turpin?

    Gregory Parrott

    To answer your question, this ballad is entitled 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes.
    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43187/the-highwayman

  87. Andy Simpson

    This song creeps me out so much

    poetesstx

    Really.

    Fumbi Adegbesan

    It’s a sad story

    Kit Kat

    It's a poem in song version

  88. Pilar de Sebastián Aranda

    Maravilloso cuento!

  89. Brenda Snow

    I had this whole poem memorized when I was a teen.

    anastasia

    This comment is 4 years old and I can relate to it lol

    SargonnasIncarnate

    We all can, my love. Bless you.

    Jesper Gotthelf

    Iwish it was me

    drkskyes

    So did Major General John Borling. When he was shot down as a USAF Captain fighter pilot he because a POW for 7 years. He would tap on the wall the words to this song and it would be shared all through out the camp by each POW listening and then tapping it on the opposite wall.

    john thonig

    drkskyes. Interesting to know. How can I find out more on that? Thanks.

  90. ist nofret

    de verdad muy triste

  91. sasharaele

    Gracias Urkatu por traducirla.
    Buenos Aires, Argentina.

  92. sasharaele

    Gracias por el trabajo de traducuirla Urkatu.
    Buenos Aires, Argentina.