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