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Turpin’s Rant

anonimo
Lingua: Inglese



A New Song

On Hounslow Heath as I rid o’er‎
I spy’d a Lawyer just before,‎
I asked him if he was not afraid
Of Turpin, that mischievous Blade.‎
Sing, O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin, O.‎

Says Turpin, I have been most cute, (1)‎
For my Money is hid within my Boot,‎
Says the Lawyer, there is none can find
For mine lies in my Cape behind.‎

They rid till they came to the powder Mill, (2)‎
When Turpin bid the Lawyer to stand still,‎
Stand, Sir, your Cape it must come off,‎
For my Horse does want a Saddle Cloth.‎
Sing, O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin, O.‎

He rob’d the Lawyer of all his Store,‎
But he knows how to Lie for more, (3)‎
But if you my Case should Plead,‎
Or ever I should stand in Need,‎
A word or two you may put in,‎
My Name is saucy Dick Turpin.‎
Sing, O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin, O.‎

At Epping they said they would kill
Turpin that had never done them Ill,‎
But he, more nimbler than they,‎
Shot his Carbine, and Dead was he. (4)‎
Sing, O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin, O.‎

And now they say that they will hang
Turpin, as they have done his Gang,‎
But an Hundred Pounds whene’er I Die
I’ll leave Jack Ketch for a Legacy. (5)‎
Sing, O rare Turpin, O rare Turpin, O.‎


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