NARRATOR: And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, / When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, / When the road is a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, / A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding, / A highwayman comes riding up to the old inn door.

- Paul Cavanagh in The Highwayman (1951)