A beautiful poem called Highway written by Alfred Noyes (1906)

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,

And the highwayman came riding—

Riding—riding—

The highwayman came riding

Up to the old inn-door.

He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,

A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin,

They fit him with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh;

And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,

His pistol butts a-twinkle,

His rapier hilt a-twinkle,

Under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed into the dark inn-yard,

And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,

He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,

Bess, the landlord’s daughter,

Plaiting a dark red love-knot

Into her long black hair.