SONG OF THE NIGHT-RIDERS
IT'S up and out with the bat and owl! We ride by night in fair and foul; In foul and fair we take the pike, And no man knows where our hand shall strike; For, gun and pistol, and torch and mask, These are our laws —let any ask: And should one ask, why, tell him then That we are the New-Jeans Gentlemen.
It's up and out with owl and bat!Where the road winds back by wood and flat. Black clouds are hunting the flying moon — Let them hunt her down! and midnight soon