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?”.

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”.

O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O.

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”.

O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O.

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”.

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,
While he rode off with his gold and all.

O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O.

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.

O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O,
O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O.

O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O,
O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin Ohhh.