Highwayman CapeHow it Began; or, The Highwayman's Lament The wind was a frosty torrent moaning amidst the trees, The moon was a frozen galleon tossed upon icy seas, When the Highwayman he galloped half dead to the old inn door. Ill go no more a riding riding riding, It's cold as Hell a riding out on that blasted moor! The landlord's daughter heard him and flew to her narrow bed. Im tired of all his whining about the cold," she said. A robber's job is robbing, and