Intro: On Hounslow Heath as I rode o’er I spied a lawyer riding before Kind Sir says he Aren’t you afraid Of Turpin that mischievous blade Oh rare Turpin hero Oh rare Turpin oh Said Turpin he’ll never find me out I’ll hid him my money in my boot Oh said the lawyer he’ll never find me gold For it’s stitched in my cape behind Oh rare Turpin hero Oh rare Turpin oh As they rode down by the powder mill Turpin commands him to be still He said Your cape I must cut off For my mare she needs a saddle cloth Oh rare Turpin hero Oh rare Turpin oh As turpin rode in search of prey He met an excise man on his way And boldly he did bid him stand Gold he said I do demand Oh rare Turpin hero Oh rare Turpin oh And Turpin quite without remorse Soon knocked him quite from off his horse And left him on the ground to spall Rode off with his gold and all Oh rare Turpin hero Oh rare Turpin oh Now Turpin is condemned to die To hang upon the gallows high His legacy is a strong rope For the shooting of a dung-hill cock (in other versions: Turpin hero there’s no hope) Oh rare Turpin hero Oh rare Turpin oh