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And I know I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t tagged along
I started it, so I guess I’ll finish it…
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Oh, thank God I was riding with Private Malone.
Question … do we have to do songs, or could we post poetry (like “The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes or Longfellow’s “Song of Hiawatha”, for example) line-by-line as well?
-“BB”-
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(We can do whatever we want. The only important thing is the number. So let’s do “The Highwayman”.)
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
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The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon 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
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 the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
-“BB”-
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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 a jewelled sky…
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Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
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He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
-“BB”-
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He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there,
3251
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
3252
Bess, the landlord’s daughter
3253
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
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And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked,