Wind in his hair, riding across the night, life isa jet black mare and a coach in sight. (Chorus:) He's a footpad, brigand, he's a tricorned villain and he's ill met by moonlight. Hear "stand' deliver" feel a spinechill shiver for he's ill met by moolight. Fear the dice he throws, his power to excite, Love is a dark eyed rose and her bed for the night. (Chorus) Back to the Inn, box up the mare, un-load his spoils, count them with care, Orders his beef, laughs with his wine, up to her room for the love he's inclined. Danger as a friend for betrayal's an easy slope. Death is the gallows end of a hangman's rope. (Chorus)