Lineage: Plaiting A Dark Red Love-Knot

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Plaiting A Dark Red Love-Knot
- And Who Should Be WaitingThere
  - Up To The Old Inn-Door
    - Wine-Red Was His Velvet Coat
      - Riding Riding
        He Did Not Come In The Dawning
        TheWind Was A Torrent OfDarkness
        Among The Gusty Trees
        He Did Not Come At Noon
        The Moon Was A Ghostly Galleon
        Tossed Upon Cloudy Seas
      - The Red-Coats Looked
        And Out O' The Tawny Sunset
        TheRoad Was A Ribbon OfMoonlight
        Over The Purple Moor
        Before The Rise O' The Moon
        And The Highwayman Came Riding
        Riding Riding
    - WhenTheyShotHimDown OnTheHighway
      - To Their Priming
        WhenTheRoad Was A Gypsy's Ribbon
        The Highwayman Came Riding
        Up To The Old Inn-Door
        Looping The Purple Moor
        He'd A French Cocked-Hat
        On His Forehead
      - She Stood Up Straight And Still
        A Red-Coat Troop Came Marching
        A Bunch Of Lace At His Chin
        A Coat Of The Claret Velvet
        Marching Marching
        And Breeches Of Brown Doe-skin
        They Fitted With Never A Wrinkle
  - Over The Cobbles He Clatters
    - Down Like A Dog On The Highway
      - TlotTlot In The Frosty Silence
        King George's Men Came Marching
        His Boots Were Up To The thigh
        AndHeRode With A JewelledTwinkle
        Up To The Old Inn-Door
        His Pistol Butts A-Twinkle
        His Rapier Hilt A-Twinkle
      - TlotTlot In The Echoing Night
        TheySaid No Word To The Landlord
        Under The Jewelled Sky
        Over The Cobbles He Clattered
        They Drank His Ale Instead
        And Clashed In The Dark Inn-yard
        And He Tapped With His Whip
    - AndHeLay InHisBlood OnTheHighway
      - Nearer He Came And Nearer
        But They Gagged His Daughter
        On The Shutters
        But All Was Locked And Barred
        And Bound Her
        He Whistled A Tune To The Window
        And Who Should Be Waiting There
      - Her Face Was Like A Light
        ToThe Foot Of Her Narrow Bed
        ButTheLandlordsBlackEyedDaughter
        Bess The Landlords Daughter
        Two Of Them KneltAt Her Casement
        Plaiting A Dark Red Love-Knot
        Into Her Long Black Hair
- But The Landlord's
  - And Clangs In The Dark Inn-Yard
    - WithThe BunchOfLace At HisThroat
      - Her Eyes Grew Wide For A Moment
        With Muskets At Their Side
        And Dark In The DarkOld Inn-Yard
        A Stable-Wicket Creaked
        There Was Death At Every Window
        Where Tim The Ostler Listened
        His Face Was White And Peaked
      - She Drew One Last Deep Breath
        And Hell At One Dark Window
        His Eyes Were Hollows Of Madness
        His Hair Like Mouldy Hay
        For Bess Could See Through Her
        ButHeLoved TheLandlord'sDaughter
        TheLandlord's Red-LippedDaughter
    - And Still Of A Winter's Night
      - ThenHerFingerMovedInTheMoonlight
        CasementTheRoad ThatHe WouldRide
        Dumb As A Dog He Listened
        And He Heard The Robber Say
        TheyHad Tied Her Up To Attention
        One Kiss My Bonny Sweetheart
        I'm After A Prize To-Night
      - HerMusket Shattered TheMoonlight
        With Many A Sniggering Jest
        But I Shall BeBack WithTheYellow
        Gold Before The Morning Light
        TheyHad Bound A Musket BesideHer
        Yet If They Press Me Sharply
        And Harry Me Through The Day
  - He Taps With His Whip
    - They Say
      - ShatteredHerBreastInTheMoonlight
        With TheMuzzle BeneathHer Breast
        Then Look For Me By Moonlight
        Watch For Me By Moonlight
        Now Keep Good Watch
        I'll Come To Thee By Moonlight
        Though Hell Should Bar The Way
      - And Warned Him With Her Death
        And They Kissed Her
        He Rose Upright In The Stirrups
        He Scarce Could Reach Her Hand
        She Heard The Dead Man Say
        But She Loosened Her Hair
        I' The Casement
    - When The Wind Is In The Trees
      - He Turned He Spurred To The West
        Look For Me By Moonlight
        His Face Burnt Like A Brand
        As The Black Cascade Of Perfume
        Watch For Me By Moonlight
        Came Tumbling Over His Breast
        NdHeKissedItsWavesInTheMoonlight
      - He Did Not Know Who Stood
        I'll Come To Thee By Moonlight
        OhSweetBlackWaves InTheMoonlight
        Then He Tugged At His Rein
        Though Hell Should Bar The Way
        In The Moonlight
        And Galloped Away To The West