Ballad of dick turpin

Titles: Hark away, Bess Hark away Bess. First Lines: When bold Turpin mounted his bonny black steed. Themes: Highwaymen Crime - 19th century. Dick, hie away Dick Turpin bold! Dick, hie away! Dick hie away Dick Turpin, bold Dick, hark away!
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John E. Clay - The Ballad Of Dick Turpin (Vinyl, 7", 45 RPM, Single) | Discogs

Dick Turpin is perhaps the most famous highwayman in English history after Robin Hood fl. He is remembered today as a heavily romanticised noble, gallant figure, having allegedly rode his horse from London to York in one day upon his trusty horse, Black Bess, the real Dick Turpin, as you would expect, was a wholly different man. This post gives a brief overview of his life and the legend which grew around him. Dick Turpin was born in East Ham, in Essex, and received quite a good education, learning how to read and write. It was this good education which, as we will see, proved to be his ultimate downfall. At a young age he was apprenticed to a butcher, and having learnt a trade, established his own business after completing his term as an apprentice.
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He leapt to the saddle. Away, through the ringing cobbled street, and out by the Northern Gate, He rode that night, like a ghost in flight, from the dogs of his own fate. By Crackskull Common, and Highgate Heath, he heard the chase behind; But he rode to forget — forget — forget — the hounds of his own mind. And cherry-black Bess on the Enfield Road flew light as a bird to her goal; But her Rider carried a heavier load, in his own struggling soul.
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