Robert Louis Stevenson
Windy Nights
Whenever the moon and the stars are set
Whenever the wind is high
All night long in the dark and wet
A man goes riding by
Late in the night when the fires are out
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud
And ships are tossed at sea
By, on the highway, low and loud
By at the gallop goes he
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again