Bold Turpin (John Frederick Bridge)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-09-27). Score information: Letter, 16 pages, 718 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Faithful to the 1889 Novello publication for SATB.
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-02-24). Score information: A4, 12 pages, 271 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Instruments: A cappella
2nd published: 1915 Novello and Co.
Description: Inscribed to his friend, E. H. Turpin Esq., Hon. Sec. College of Organists. Romance song sung by Sam Weller in Pickwick Papers.
Original text and translations
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.