Turpin Hero (from "Turn: Washington's Spies" soundtrack)

On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er
I spied a lawyer riding before
Kind Sir you afraid of Turpin
That mischievous blade?
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh
Said Turpin he'd never find me here
I hid my money in my boot
The lawyer says no one can find
I hid my gold in my cape behind
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh
As they were riding past the mill
Turpin commands him to stand still
He says your cloak I must cut off
My mare she needs a saddle cloth
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh
As turpin rode in search of prey
He spied a man on taxiway
And boldly then bid him stand
Your gold he said I do demand
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh
And Turpin even without remorse
Soon knocked him quite from off his horse
And left him on the ground to spall
While he rode off with his gold and all
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh
Now Turpin is condemned to die
To hang upon the gallows high
His legacy is a strong rope
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh
Oh rare Turpin hero
Oh rare Turpin oh