The Phantom Dragoon
He served his country true and well,
But upon hard and desperate times fell.
Listen close to the haunting story I tell,
The dragoon loved a girl named Nell.
With a passion only gold could quell.
The gold or your life he would yell,
Pay up or I’ll send you to hell.
Said bandit whose future we cannot dwell.
A notorious highwayman riding hard,
Became legend, the stuff of bards,
His luck running out it was in the cards.
He would leave Nell’s life broken in shards
They’d hang him high one moonlit night,
Hiding in the tree’s out of sight,
Soldier’s sworn to end this blight.
They took him then yelling in fright.
He faced the noose draped over limb,
Nell never knew what happened to him.
She waited for him all proper and trim.
Chance of him coming was very slim
They say on moonlit nights you can hear,
The drumming horse’s hoofs coming near.
Ghostly wails fill one with fear.
For his loss only Nell would shed a tear.
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