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Turpin’s Rant

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TURPIN’S RANT

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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.‎
TURPIN’S RANT


TURPIN'S VALOUR

On Hounslow Heath, as I rode o'er,
I spied a lawyer riding before;
‎'Kind sir,' said I,'are you not afraid,
Of Turpin that mischievous blade ?'
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

Says Turpin,'I have been most acute,
My gold I've hid in the heel of my boot;'
‎"O" says the lawyer,'there's none can find
My gold, for it lies in my cap behind.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

As they rode down by the Poulter mill,
Turpin demands him to stand still;
Says he,'your cap I must cut off,
For my mare she wants a saddle cloth.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

This caused the lawyer sore to fret,
To think he was so fairly bit;
For soon was he rifled of his store,
Because he knew how to lye for more.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

As Turpin rode in search of prey,
He met an exciseman on the way;
He boldly bid him for to stand,
‎'Your gold,' said he,'I do demand."
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

With that the exciseman he replied,
‎'Your proud demands must be denied;
Before my money you receive,
One of us two must cease to live.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

Turpin then without remorse,
He knocked him quite from off his horse;
And left him on the ground to sprawl,
As off he rode with his gold and all.
O rare Turpin, hero,
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, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

An usurer as I am told,
Who had in change a sum of gold;
With a cloak clouted from side to side,
Just like a palmer he did ride.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

And as he jogged along the way,
He met with Turpin that same day;
With hat in hand, most courteously,
He asked him for charity.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

‎'If that be true thou tells to me,
I'11 freely give thee charity;
But I made a vow and it I'11 keep,
To search all palmers that I meet.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

He searched his bags, wherein he found
Upwards of eight hundred pound;
In ready gold and white money,
Which made him to laugh heartily.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

‎'This begging is a curious trade,
For on thy way thou hast well sped;
This prize I count is found mony,
Because thou made an arrant lye.
O rare Turpin, hero,
O rare Turpin, O.

For shooting of a dunghill cock,
Poor Turpin he at last was took;
And carried straight into a jail,
Where his misfortune he does bewail.
O poor Turpin, hero,
O poor Turpin, O.

Now some do say that he will hang,
Turpin the last of all the gang;
I wish this cock had ne'er been hatched,
For like a fish in the net he's catched.
O poor Turpin, hero,
O poor Turpin, O.

But if I had my liberty,
And were upon yon mountains high;
There's not a man in old England,
Durst bid bold Turpin for to stand.
O poor Turpin, hero,
O poor Turpin, O.

I ventured bold at young and old,
And fairly fought them for their gold:
Of no man kind I was afraid,
But now alas ! I am betrayed.
O poor Turpin, hero,
O poor Turpin, O.

Now Turpin he's condemned to die,
To hang upon yon gallows high;
Whose legacy is a strong rope,
For stealing of a dung-hill cock.
O poor Turpin, hero,
O poor Turpin, O.


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