Introduction: The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

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.

Inciting incident:

“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,

But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;

Rising Action:

A red-coat troop came marching—

         Marching—marching—

King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

Climax:

But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.

Falling Action:

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?

The highwayman came riding—

         Riding—riding—

Conclusion:

         Her musket shattered the moonlight,

Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

When they shot him down on the highway,

         Down like a dog on the highway,

And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.