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N Hounlow-heath, as I rode o’er,

I py’d a lawyer riding before;

Kind Sir, aid are you not afraid,

O Turnpin that mischievous blade?

O rare Turnpin hero,

O rare TurnpinO.

Says Turnpin I've been mot Secure,

My gold I hid in the heel of my hoe;

O ays the lawyer, there’s none can find

My gold, for it lies in my cap behind. &c.

As they rod down by the Poultry-mill,

Turnpin demands him to Hand dill;

Said he, your cap I mut cut off,

For my mare he wants a addle-cloth. &c.

This caus’d the lawyer for to fret,

To think he was o fairly bit;

For on he robb d him of his tore,

Becaue he knew how to lye for more.

As Turpin rode in earch of prey.

He met an excieman on the way,

He boldly bid him for to tand,

Your gold, aid he, I do demand. O. &c.

With that the excieman he reply’d.

Your proud demands mut be deny’d

Before my money you receive,

One of us two hall ceae to live. O rare, &c