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: : the day light moon looked quietly down : : through the gathring dusk on london town : : a smock frocked yokel hobbled along : : by new gate humming a country song : : chewing a straw he stood to starr : : at the proclaimation posted there : : two hundred guines on turpins head : : trap him alive or shoot him dead : : and a hundrec more for his mate tom king : : he crouched like a tiger about spring : : then he looked up and he looked down : : and chuckleing low like a country clown : : dck turpin pain fully hobbled away : : in search of his inn the load of hay : : alone in her stall his mare black bess : : lifted her head in mute distress : : for 5 strange men had entered the yard : : and looked at her long and looked at her hard : : they went out muttering under thier breath : : and then the dusk grew still as death : : but the velvet ears of the listening mare : : lifed and twitched they were there still ther : : hidden in waiting for whom and why : : the clock struck 4 a step drew nigh : : it was king tom king dck turpins mate : : the black mare whinneyed too late too late : : they rose like shadows out of the ground : : grappled him there with out a sound : : throuttle him quietly choke him dead : : or we lose the hawk for a jay they said : : they wrestled and heaved 5 men to one : : and a yokel entered the yard alone : : a smock frokt yokel hobbleing slow : : but a fight is physic as all men know : : his age dropped off he stood up right : : he lept like a tiger into the fight : : hand in hand they fought in the dark : : for no one could fire at a twisting mark : : for he that shoot at a foe may send : : his pistol ball threw the skull of a friend : : but shoot dck shoot gasped out tom king : : shoot or dame it we both shall swing : : dck lept back he drew he fired : : at the pistols crack : : the wrestlers whirled they scattered apart : : and the bullet drilled threw tom kings heart : : dck turpin droped his smoking gun they had trpped him now 5 men to 1 : : a gun in each hand of the crouchin 5 they could take dck turpin now alive........ : take him and bind him and tell their tale : as a pothouse boast when they drank their ale : he whistled soft as a bird might call : a headrope snapped in his birds dark stall : he whistled soft as a knightingale : he heard he swish of her swinging tale : the 5 men laughed at him trapped alive : and the door crased open behind the 5 : out of her stable a wave of thunder : swept black bess and the 5 went under : he lept to th saddle a hoof spurned stone flashed blue fire....and their prise was gone. : : PHEW i gotta take a break after all that!!! please let me know if you get this and see ya

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