On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er
I spied a lawyer riding before
Kind Sir, said I, aren't you afraid
Of Turpin, that mischievous blade?
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!
Says Turpin, He'll ne'er find me out
I've hid my money in my boot
O, says the lawyer there's none will find
My gold, for it's stitched in my cape behind
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!
As they rode down by the powder mill
Turpin commands him to be still
Says he, Your cape, I must cut off
For my mare she wants a saddle-cloth
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!
As Turpin rode in search of prey
He met an excise man on the way
Then boldly did he bid him stand
Your gold, he said, I do demand
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!
Turpin then without remorse
Soon knocked him quite from his horse
And left him on the ground to sprawl
So he rode off with the gold and all
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!
As he rode over Salisbury Plain
He met Lord Judge with all his train
Then hero-like he did approach
And robbed the judge as he sat in his coach
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock
Poor Turpin at last he is took
And carried straight into a jail
Where his ill-luck he does bewail
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!
Now Turpin is condemned to die
To hang upon yon gallows high
His legacy is a strong rope
For shooting of a dunghill cock
O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin O!