Turpin Hero - Remastered

On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er
I spied a lawyer riding before.
"Kind sir," said I, "are you afraid,
Of Turpin, that mischievous blade?"

(repeated after each verse):
O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O

Said Turpin, "He'd ne'er find me o'er
I hid my money in my boot."
The lawyer says, "There's none can find,
I hid my gold in my cape behind."

As they were riding past the mill
Turpin commands him to stand still;
Says he, "Your cloak I must cut off,
My mare she needs a saddle cloth."

This caused the lawyer much to fret
To see how simply he'd been took,
But Turpin robbed him of his store
Because he knew he'd lie for more.



Credits
Writer(s): Shirley Elizabeth Collins
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