Turpin Hero (From "Turn")
On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er I spied a lawyer riding before
"Kind sir are you afraid, of Turpin, that mischievous blade?"
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Said Turpin, "He'd never find me here, I hid my money in my boot."
The lawyer says, "There's none can find, I hid my gold in my cape behind."
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
As they were riding past the mill
Turpin commands him to stand still;
Says, "Your cloak I must cut off, my mare she needs a saddle cloth."
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
As Turpin rode in search of prey
He spied a man on taxway;
And boldly then he bid him stand,
"Your gold," he said, "I do demand."
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh Turpin then without remorse
He knocked him quite from off his horse;
And left him on the ground to sprawl
While he rode off with his gold and all
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Well Turpin is condemned to die
To hang upon yon gallows high;
Whose legacy is a strong rope
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock.
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
"Kind sir are you afraid, of Turpin, that mischievous blade?"
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Said Turpin, "He'd never find me here, I hid my money in my boot."
The lawyer says, "There's none can find, I hid my gold in my cape behind."
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
As they were riding past the mill
Turpin commands him to stand still;
Says, "Your cloak I must cut off, my mare she needs a saddle cloth."
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
As Turpin rode in search of prey
He spied a man on taxway;
And boldly then he bid him stand,
"Your gold," he said, "I do demand."
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh Turpin then without remorse
He knocked him quite from off his horse;
And left him on the ground to sprawl
While he rode off with his gold and all
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Well Turpin is condemned to die
To hang upon yon gallows high;
Whose legacy is a strong rope
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock.
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
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Writer(s): Phillip Collins
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