Printed by J. Catnach, 2, Monmouth Court, 7 Dials.
Sold by J. Sharman, Cambridge, Bennet, Brighton; & R. Harris, Salisbury.
As I was riding over Hunslow Moor,
There I saw a lawyer riding before,
And I asked him if he was not afraid,
To meet bold Turpin that mischievous blade.
CHORUS.—I asked him if he was not afraid,
To meet bold Turpin that mischievous blade.
Says Turpin to the lawyer and for to be cute,
My money I have hid all in my boot,
Says the lawyer to Turpin they mine can’t find,
For I have hid mine in the cape of my coat behind.
I rode till I came to a powder mill,
Where Turpin bid the lawyer for to stand still,
For the cape of your coat it must come off,
For my horse is in want of a new saddle cloth.
Now Turpin robbed the lawyer of all his store,
When that’s gone he knows where to get more,
And the very next town that you go in,
Tell them you was robb’d by the bold Turpin.
Printed by J. Catnach, 2, Monmouth Court, 7 Dials.
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The Mountain Maid from her bower has hied,
And speed to the glassy river’s side,
Where the radiant mead shone clear and bright,
And the willows wav’d in the silver light.
On a mossy bank lay a shepherd swain,
He woke his pipe to tuneful strain,
And so blythely gay were the notes he play’d,
That he charm’d the ear of the Mountain Maid.
She step’d with timid fear oppress’d,
While soft sighs swell her gentle breast,
He caught her glance, and mark’d her sigh,
And triumph laugh’d in his sparkling eye.
So softly sweet was the tuneful ditty,
He charmed her tender heart to pity;
And so blithely gay were the notes he play’d,
That he gain’d the heart of the Mountain Maid.