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To: DepyDog who wrote (412)	9/11/2000 4:42:08 PM
From: freeus	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 65232

Its the next stanza: 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 fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh And he rode with a jeweled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. Here's the next part, pure magic: Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in 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. It gives me goose bumps, its' soooo good. Freeus Later in the poem it says: Look for me by moonlight Watch for me by moonlight I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!