Hard Case-Ewan MacColl

Turpin Hero - Ewan MacColl Written by：Ewan Maccoll/Peggy Seeger On hounslow heath as I rode o'er I spied a lawyer riding before Kind sir said I ain't you afraid Of turpin that mischievous blade O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o Said turpin he'd ne'er find me out I've hid my money in my boot Says the lawyer there's none can find Me gold for it's stitched in me cape behind O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o As they rode down by the powder mill Turpin commands him to be still Says he your cape I must cut off For my mare she wants a saddle cloth O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o As turpin rode in search of prey He met an excise man on the way Then boldly he did bid him stand Your gold he said I do demand O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o Turpin then without remorse Soon knocked him quite from off his horse And left him on the ground to sprawl So he rode off with his gold and all O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o So he rode over salisbury plain He met lord judge with all his train Then hero like he did approach And robbed the judge as he sat in his coach O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o For the shooting of a dung hill cock Poor turpin now at last he's took And carried straight into a jail Where his ill luck he does bewail O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o Now turpin is condemned to die To hang upon yon gallows high His legacy is a strong rope For stealing a poor dung hill cock O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o O rare turpin hero O rare turpin o