English poem
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by Charles Dickens (1812–1870)
Bold Turpin vunce, on Hounslow Heath, His bold mare Bess bestrode--er; Ven there he see'd the Bishop's coach A-comin' along the road--er. 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!'
Chorus--And the Bishop says, 'Sure as eggs is eggs, This here's the bold Turpin!'