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Bold Turpin vance, on Hounslow Heath, | |||
His black mare Bess bestrode-er; | |||
Ven there he see'd the Bishop's coach | |||
Acoming along the roader. | |||
So he gallops close to the orse's legs. | |||
And he claps his head vithin; | |||
And the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs, | |||
This here's the bold Turpin." | |||
Says Turpin, "You shall eat you words, | |||
With a sarse of leaden bullet;" | |||
So he puts a pistol to his mouth, | |||
And he fires it down his gullet. | |||
The coachman he not likin' the job, | |||
Set off at a full gallop, | |||
But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob, | |||
And pervailed on him to stop.}} | |||
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[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-02-24). Score information: A4, 12 pages, 273 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Bold Turpin
Composer: John Frederick Bridge
Lyricist: Charles Dickens
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: ATTB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description: Inscribed to his friend, E. H. Turpin Esq., Hon. Sec. College of Organists. Romance song sung by Sam Weller in Pickwick Papers.
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Original text and translations
English text
Bold Turpin vance, on Hounslow Heath,
His black mare Bess bestrode-er;
Ven there he see'd the Bishop's coach
Acoming along the roader.
So he gallops close to the orse's legs.
And he claps his head vithin;
And the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs,
This here's the bold Turpin."
Says Turpin, "You shall eat you words,
With a sarse of leaden bullet;"
So he puts a pistol to his mouth,
And he fires it down his gullet.
The coachman he not likin' the job,
Set off at a full gallop,
But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob,
And pervailed on him to stop.