| On Hounslow Heath as I rode o’er
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| I spied a lawyer riding before
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| Kind Sir you afraid of Turpin
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| That mischievous blade?
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh
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| Said Turpin he’d never find me here
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| I hid my money in my boot
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| The lawyer says no one can find
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| I hid my gold in my cape behind
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh
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| As they were riding past the mill
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| Turpin commands him to stand still
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| He says your cloak I must cut off
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| My mare she needs a saddle cloth
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh
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| As turpin rode in search of prey
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| He spied a man on taxiway
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| And boldly then bid him stand
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| Your gold he said I do demand
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh
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| And Turpin even without remorse
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| Soon knocked him quite from off his horse
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| And left him on the ground to spall
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| While he rode off with his gold and all
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh
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| Now Turpin is condemned to die
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| To hang upon the gallows high
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| His legacy is a strong rope
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| For the shooting of a dung-hill cock
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh
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| Oh rare Turpin hero
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| Oh rare Turpin oh |