Turpin Hero

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 --- Turpin Hero - Ewan MacColl