Turpin Hero (Full Version)

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?”

 

Chorus (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.”

 

As Turpin rode in search of prey

He spied a taxman on the way;

And boldly then he bid him stand,

“Your gold,” he said, “I do demand.”

 

Oh Turpin then without remorse,

He knocked him quite from off his horse;

And left him on the ground to sprawl

While he rode off with his gold and all.

 

Well Turpin is condemned to die,

To hang upon yon gallows high;

Whose legacy is a strong rope,

For the shooting of a dung-hill cock.



nelifelia:

Haha, never seen Jake performing without a guitar in his hands… Jake singing Seen it all in the streets supported by two local rappers! OMG! :)