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Book TitleAuthorDateNotes
Song TitleDick Turpin
Roud No.621
Collected FromTrowbridge, Thomas
Collected ByStreet, A G
Alternative Title
Source PrimaryWiltshire and Swindon History Centre: Pamela Street Archive 3219 Box 16107: Typescript: Farmer’s glory p 40, 41
Source SecondaryStreet, A G: Farmer’s glory OUP 1932 p 52, 53
Song Lyrics
Verse 1
As I was a-ridin’ along on the moor
I seed the lawyer on before
I steps up to ‘im, these words I did say
Hast thee seed Turpin pass this way?


Tibby Hi Ho Turpin Hero
Tibby Hi Ho Turpin O

Verse 2

No, said the lawyer, an’t seed him this way
Neither do I want to see him this long day
For he robbed my wife all ov ten poun’
A silver snuff box and a new gown


Verse 3

O, says Turpin, I’ll play cute
I’ll put me money down in my boot
O. says the lawyer, ‘ee can’t have mine
Fer mine’s sewn up in the cape behind


Verse 4

As I were a gwaine up Bradbury ‘ill
I bid the lawyer to stand still
Fer the cape of his cwoat I mus’ cut off
For me ‘oss ‘ee want a new saddle cloth


Verse 5

I robbed the lawyer of all his store
And bid him go to law for more
And if my name he is questioned in
He can tell ‘em my name is Dick Turpin


Verse 6

I am the last of Turpin’s gang
And I am sure that I shall be hanged
Here’s fifty poun’ before I die
To gie Jack Ketch for hanging I

Print Song Lyrics
Note 1: OUP

Street says, p 53, “Next came the toast of the visitors, which was always placed in the skilled hands of Thomas Trowbridge. He had whiskers all round his face in a fringe, giving him the appearance of a very genial monkey. The visitors usually consisted of the parson, schoolmaster, blacksmith, harness maker, a keeper or two, and a sailor, retired on pension, who used to measure the men’s hoeing each year. The toast went something like this, ‘Chaps, thease be our yearly jollifications, zno, and we can’t ‘ave ‘ee proper wi’out some visitors. And tudn be perlite not to drink their jolly good health. We do know ‘em all; fact we keep the main on ‘em, specially parson, and they do know we. And I says we be dom glad to see ‘em here thease evenin’. Dom glad we be, and I fears no man when I say that, zno.’ And the old fellow would glare around the company with his whisker fringe all a-bristle with defiance. ‘But I bain’t no speechifier, ‘cepting to say as ow they be truly welcome. Zo I asks ‘ee to rise and drink their jolly good health.’ This done the old man would say: ‘Now sit down, all ov ‘ee, and I’ll sing to ‘ee. There would be loud cries for ‘Dick Turpin’, and when silence reigned, we would hesar the following: [text given above]

Note 2: Typescript

Page 3: Dick Turpin was another name on the payroll. This was Thomas Trowbridge, who used to sing a song about Dick Turpin at the harvest suppers in the big barn. I never heard it anywhere else; the last verse went something like this:

I am the last of Turpin’s gang
And I am sure I shall be hanged
Here’s fifty pound before I die
To gie Jack Ketch for hanging I
Tibby Hi Ho Turpin Hero
Tibby Ho Ho Turpin Ho

Dick Turpin was a jolly old boy, an ex-shepherd, who had become a day labourer, and helped with the flock at busy times. He found some of the piece work, especially hoeing, rather hard, as he had not been accustomed to it all his life.

Transcribed and edited by Chris Wildridge, 2013.



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