The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor.....He rose upright in stirrups;he scarce could reach her hand,
but she loosensed her hair i the casement!his face burned like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
and he kissed the waves in the moonlight(oh sweet black waves in the moonlight)
One kiss my bonny sweetheart, i m after a prize tonight,
but i shall be back with yellow gold before the morning light....
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
but the landlord's blackeyed daughter,
Bess the land lord's daughter,
plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.