On the horse,
Loewe's I rode over,
I spied a lawyer ridin' for a kind sir
You were afraid of turpin' that mischievous blade
Oh, rare turpin' here, oh, rare turpin' though
It's turpin' you'd never find me here,
I hid my money in my boot
Lawyer says no one can find,
I hid my gold in my cape behind
Oh, rare turpin' here, oh, rare turpin' though
As thiever ridin' past the mill,
turpin' commands and you stand still
Says you're cloaked,
I must cut off my machine,
need the saddle popped
Oh, rare turpin' here, oh, rare turpin' though
Turpin' rode in search of prey,
he sped a mile,
taxed away and boldly then bid him stand
You're gold,
he said,
I do demand Oh,
rare turpin' here,
oh,
rare turpin' though
A turpin' then,
without remorse,
he knocked him quiet from off his horse
Left him on the ground to sprawl,
he rode off with his golden haw
Oh, rare turpin' here, oh, rare turpin' though
A turpin' is condemned to die,
to hang upon the gallows high
His legacy's a strong rope before the shootin' of a Dunhill car
Oh,
rare turpin' here, oh, rare turpin' though
Oh, rain turpin' here, oh, rain turpin' though
Oh, rain turpin' here, oh,
rain turpin' though
Oh, rain turpin' here, oh, rain turpin' though