Lyr Req: The Highwayman as sung by Phil Ochs

Subject: The Highwayman as sung by Phil Ochs
From: GUEST,Peter Rimmer in England
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 07:30 PM

Has anyone got the Lyr to this

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Highwayman as sung by Phil Ochs
From: Stewie
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 08:14 PM

They were posted in the forum a few years ago, gained a bird symbol but don't seem to have made it to the DT:

Click here

--Stewie.

Subject: Chords Add: THE HIGHWAYMAN (Noyes, Ochs)
From: DonMeixner
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 01:21 AM

The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes and Phil Ochs

  C                         Em
  The wind was a torrent of darkness
    Am
  Among the gusty trees
      Em                 F
  The moon was a ghostly galleon
  Dm                 G7
  Tossed upon cloudy seas
          C                    Em
  And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
  Am
  Over the purple moor
          F               C       E       Am
  And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
           F               C
  Yes, the highwayman came riding
  Dm                G7
  Up to the old inn door
  
  
  From the Phil Ochs lyrics site  Go to "Google" and search Phil Ochs  

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Highwayman as sung by Phil Ochs
From: DonMeixner
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 01:22 AM

Of course its a jumble. Maybe Joe can sort it out

Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: THE HIGWAYMAN (Noyes, Ochs)
From: Philibuster
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 01:37 AM

This is one of my favorites. Enjoy, yall.
This is gonna be a helluva experience in formatting.

  C                         Em
  The wind was a torrent of darkness
    Am
  Among the gusty trees
      Em                 F
  The moon was a ghostly galleon
  Dm                 G7
  Tossed upon cloudy seas
          C                    Em
  And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
  Am
  Over the purple moor
          F               C       E       Am
  And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
           F               C
  Yes, the highwayman came riding
  Dm                G7
  Up to the old inn door
  Over the cobbles he clattered
  And clashed in the darkened yard
  And he tapped with his whip at the window
  But all was locked and barred
  So 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
  One kiss, my bonny sweetheart
  For I'm after a prize tonight
  But I shall be back with the yellow gold
  Before the morning light
  Yet if they press me sharply
  Harry me through the day
  Oh, then look for me by moonlight
  Watch for me by moonlight
  And I'll come to thee by moonlight
  Though Hell should bar the way
  He did not come at the dawning
  No, he did not come at the noon
  And out of the tawny sunset
  before the rise of the moon
  When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
  Looping the purple moor
  Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching
  King George's men came marching
  Up to the old inn door
  And they bound the landlord's daughter
  with many a sniggering jest
  And they bound the musket beside her
  With the barrel beneath her breast
  Now keep good watch and they kissed her
  She heard the dead man say
  "Oh look for me by moonlight
  Watch for me by moonlight
  And I'll come to thee by moonlight
  Though Hell should bar the way"
  Look for me by moonlight
  Hoof beats ringing clear
  Watch for me by moonlight
  Were they deaf that they did not hear
  For he rode on the gypsy highway
  She breathed one final breath
  Then her finger moved in the moonlight
  Her musket shattered the moonlight
  And it shattered her breast in the moonlight
  And warned him with her death
  Oh he turned; he spurred on to the west
  He did not know who stood
  Out with her black hair a flowing down
  Drenched with her own red blood
  Oh not 'til the dawn had he heard it
  And his face grew gray to hear
  How Bess the landlord's daughter
  The landlord's black eyed daughter
  Had watched for her love in the moonlight
  And died in the darkness there
  C                      Em
  Back he spurred like a madman
                           Am
  Shrieking a curse to the sky
           Em                F    
        With the white road smoking behind him
          Dm                G
  And his rapier brandished high
  C                               Em
  Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon
  Am
  Wine red his velvet coat
            F                    C
  When they shot him down on the highway
  E                      Am
  Down like a dog on the highway
         F                       C
  And he lay in his blood on the highway
         F                    G
  With a bunch of lace at his throat
  And still on a winter's night they say
  When the wind is in the trees
  When the moon is a ghostly galleon
  Tossed upon cloudy seas
  When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
  Over the purple moor
  Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding
  Yes the highwayman comes riding
  Up to the old inn door.
  

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Highwayman as sung by Phil Ochs
From: radriano
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 01:07 PM

To see the original full length text of the Highwayman click below:


The Highwayman

Richard

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Highwayman as sung by Phil Ochs
From: GUEST,Peter Rimmer
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 02:38 PM

Thank you all

Subject: Lyr Add: WIZARDS (Alfred Noyes)
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 04:52 PM

Well, you'll find Alfred Noyes' poem in any number of anthologies. I haven't checked how far Phil Ochs modified it. Not much I think.

Here's another poem by Alfred Noyes, which isn't so well known, but should be. I stuck a tune to it and it makes a good song.

Wizards

There's many a proud wizard
from Araby to Egypt
Can read the silver writing
of the stars as they run;
And many a dark gypsy,
with a pheasant in his knap-sack
Has gathered more by moonlight
than wiser men have known.
But I know a wizardry
Can take a buried acorn,
And whisper forest out of it, to tower against the sun.

There's many a magician
from Baghdad to Benares
Can read you for a penny
what your future is to be.
And a flock of crazy prophets
that by staring in a crystal
Can fill it with more fancies
But I know a wizardry
Can take a freckled egg-shell,
And shake a throstle out of it
In every hawthorn tree.

There's many a crafty alchemist
from Mecca to Jerusalem,
And Michael Scott and Merlin were reckoned very wise;
But I know a wizardry
can take a wisp of sun-fire
And round it to a planet,
and roll it through the skies,
with cities and sea-ports,
and little shining windows,
And hedgerows, and gardens
and loving human eyes.

,/I>

I think the way the poet evokes a homecoming from a sea-voyage in those last four lines, all in pictures, not a single verb or direct statement - it is absolutely miraculous. I can't think of anything to touch it.

1880-1859, poet,playwright, novelist and anthologist, who held violently anti-Modernist view on literature." (Oxford Companion to English Literature)

Good man!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Highwayman as sung by Phil Ochs
From: MMario
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 04:54 PM

ehem. got a midi?