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♪ When blindness did guide me, I left my own gold ♪
♪ When friends proved ungrateful, I took to the road ♪
♪ For to plunder the wealthy and relieve my distress ♪
♪ I bought you to aid me, my Bonnie Blackbess ♪
♪ How nobly you stood when a coach I have shook ♪
♪ And the gold and the silver from its inmates I took ♪
♪ No poor man did a plunder, forever yet oppressed ♪
♪ No widow, no orphan, my Bonnie Blackbess ♪
♪ Or hills and or valleys, through glens I rode you ♪
♪ From London to Yorkshire, like lightning you flew ♪
♪ No towbars could halt you, as the rivers I breast ♪
♪ In twelve hours you reached it, my Bonnie Blackbess ♪
♪ In the park the bloodhounds are howling and the bugles loud sound ♪
♪ But the likes of my noble will never be found to part with you now ♪
♪ It does me oppress, but my hands shall not quaver, my Bonnie Blackbess ♪
♪ As the ages roll onward and I'm dead and gone, this tale will be told ♪
♪ From father to son, and some they will pity, while others confess, through friendship I shot you ♪
♪ My Bonnie Blackbess, no one will dare say, that in Greta I too dwelt in the breast of Dick Turpin ♪
♪ It was a vice he never felt, I'll die like a man, and soon be at rest, and farewell forever, my Bonnie Blackbess ♪