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BONNIE BLACK BESS When blindness did guide me, I left my abode When friends proved ungrateful, I took to the road For to plunder the wealthy and relieve my distress I bought you to aid me, my bonnie Black Bess. How nobly you stood, when a coach I have shook And the gold and the silver from its inmates I took No poor man did I plunder or ever yet oppress No widow, no orphan, my bonnie Black Bess O'er hills and o'er valleys, through glens I rode you From London to Yorkshire, like lightning you flew No toll bars could halt you as rivers I breast In twelve hours you reached it, my bonnie Black Bess. Hark! the bloodhounds are howling and bugles loud sound But the likes of my noble will never be found. To part with you now it does me oppress But my hand shall not waver, my bonnie Black Bess. As the ages roll onward, and I'm dead and gone This tale will be told from father to son And some they will pity, while others confess Through friends I shot you, my bonnie Black Bess No one will dare say that ingratitude dwelt In the breast of Dick Turpin, 'twas a vice he never felt I'll die like a man, and soon be at rest Then farewell forever, my sweet bonnie Black Bess. DT #422 Laws L9 @outlaw @horse filename[ BLCKBESS TUNE FILE: BLCKBESS CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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