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?”
Chorus (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.”
As Turpin rode in search of prey
He spied a taxman on the way;
And boldly then he bid him stand,
“Your gold,” he said, “I do demand.”
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.
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.
- 专辑：Turpin Hero
- 歌手：Jake Bugg
- 歌曲：Turpin Hero