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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 157
I mention the hour—it is just about four, Play a rubber at bowls, think the danger is o'er, When athwart my next game hke a checkmate in chess Comes the horseman in search of the rider of Bess.
What matter details? Off with triumph I came. He swears to the hour and the squires swear the same. I had robbed him at four, while at four, they profess I was quietly bowling—all thanks to Black Bess.
Then one halloo, boys, one loud cheering halloo, For the swiftest of coursers, the gallant, the true, For the sportsman inborn shall the memory bless Of the horse of the highwaymen, Bonny Black Bess.
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TURPIN AND THE LAWYER
As Turpin was riding across a moor, There he saw a lawyer riding on before. Turpin riding up to him, said, "Are you not afraid To meet Dick Turpin, that mischievous blade? "
Singing Eh ro, Turpin I ro.
Says Turpin to the lawyer for to be cute,
"I hid my money into my boot."
Says the lawyer to Turpin, "He can't find mine,
For I hid it in the cape of my coat behind." |
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