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 For hooting of a dunghil-cock,

Poor Turnpin he at lad was took,

And carried traight unto a jail.

Where his misfortunes he does bewail. &c.

Now ome do fay that he will hang,

Turnpin the lat of ail the gang;

I wih this cock had ne’er been hatch’d,

For like a fih in the net he’s catch’d. O, &c.

But if I had my liberty.

And were upon yon mountain high,

There’s not a man in Old England,

Durit bid bold Turnpin for to tand. O, &c.

I ventur'd bold at young and old,

And fairly fought them for their gold;

Of no mankind was I afraid;

But now, alas! I am betray’d— O rare,&c.

Now Turnpin he’s condemn’d to die.

To hang upon yon gallows high;

Whoe legacy is a trong rope,

For dealing of a Dunhill-Cock. O rare, &c.

OB’S Jock came to woo our Jenny,

On ae feat-day when we were fou,

She brankit fait and made her bonny,

And aid, Jock came ye here to woo?

She burnih'd her baith breat and brou

And made her clear as ony clock;