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

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

O rare Turpin hero
O rare Turpin O