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Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar,
"Charlie, meet me, an' ye daur,
And I'll learn you the art of war,
If you'll meet me in the mornin'."

Hey, Johnnie Cope! Are ye waukin yet?
Or are your drums a-beatin' yet?
If ye were waukin I would wait

Come all you argumentative sods who like to chew the rag,
Who stand at the bar hour after hour on a beery talking jag;
Sit down and rest your feet awhile and give your mouths a rest,
And I'll tell you about the dame they call the "Guardian of the West."

Her hair was the best that money could buy, her eyes were china blue;
I swear they wouldn't look out of place on a frozen cockatoo.
She'd a nose like the blade of a metal saw, a voice like a tungsten drill,

On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er I spied a lawyer riding before
"Kind sir are you afraid, of Turpin, that mischievous blade?"
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
Said Turpin, "He'd never find me here, I hid my money in my boot."
The lawyer says, "There's none can find, I hid my gold in my cape behind."
Oh rare Turpin hero, oh rare Turpin oh
As they were riding past the mill
Turpin commands him to stand still;