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?"
(Repeated 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."
This caused the lawyer much to fret
To see how simply he'd been took,
But Turpin robbed him of his store
Because he knew he'd lie for more.
