Highwayman in Tim's View
The Highwayman in Tim’s View
As I am cleaning out the stables, I notice my love Bess, the landlord’s daughter plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair. She is waiting for someone by the window, but I need not guess who. For the Highwayman comes riding to the inn, knocking on the shutters with his whip. The shutters remain closed, until he whistles a tune to the window. I knew that he did not see me, but I could see him. With his French cocked hat, his coat of claret velvet, and leather boots up to his thigh, I could see why Bess would choose him over me. With my dirty dark blonde hair, and my stableman clothes, I’m not much to look at. But I got over that as I listened more closely to what the Highwayman was saying to Bess, and this is what I heard: “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 moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.” He sat up in his stirrups and tried to reach her hand, but he could reach it scarcely. So my Bess let down her hair, and the Highwayman kissed it, then he galloped away.
I was furious, and planned on getting my revenge on the Highwayman. So that morning when the Highwayman did not show up, I took a horse from the stables, and rode until I found a group of redcoats on the road. I told them that I knew the whereabouts of The Highwayman, and it turns out he was a wanted man and they had been looking for him for a long time. So, near midnight, after we devised a plan, we rode to the inn. We bursted in through the doors of the inn, and we didn’t talk to Bess’s father, but we did drink his mighty fine ale. I marched up with the redcoats to Bess’s room, and they put a rag in her mouth and tied her hands to the edge of the bed. Then they placed a musket beneath her breast, which was probably to keep her in
As I am cleaning out the stables, I notice my love Bess, the landlord’s daughter plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair. She is waiting for someone by the window, but I need not guess who. For the Highwayman comes riding to the inn, knocking on the shutters with his whip. The shutters remain closed, until he whistles a tune to the window. I knew that he did not see me, but I could see him. With his French cocked hat, his coat of claret velvet, and leather boots up to his thigh, I could see why Bess would choose him over me. With my dirty dark blonde hair, and my stableman clothes, I’m not much to look at. But I got over that as I listened more closely to what the Highwayman was saying to Bess, and this is what I heard: “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 moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.” He sat up in his stirrups and tried to reach her hand, but he could reach it scarcely. So my Bess let down her hair, and the Highwayman kissed it, then he galloped away.
I was furious, and planned on getting my revenge on the Highwayman. So that morning when the Highwayman did not show up, I took a horse from the stables, and rode until I found a group of redcoats on the road. I told them that I knew the whereabouts of The Highwayman, and it turns out he was a wanted man and they had been looking for him for a long time. So, near midnight, after we devised a plan, we rode to the inn. We bursted in through the doors of the inn, and we didn’t talk to Bess’s father, but we did drink his mighty fine ale. I marched up with the redcoats to Bess’s room, and they put a rag in her mouth and tied her hands to the edge of the bed. Then they placed a musket beneath her breast, which was probably to keep her in