The Halliard - Turpin's Bonny Black Bess lyrics

Dirk Turpin bold how he did fly away Was the cry of the (police?) that was startled I guess Oh the pistols were levelled and the bullets was (to fly?) As he leapt on the back of Black Bess So if I've a shilling what can I do less Than to drink to the memory of Bonnie Black Bess Three officers are mounted lift forward the chase Resolved in the catch of this (hare?) But I smiled on their efforts though swift was their pace As I urged on my bonnie black mare So if I've a shilling what can I do less Than to drink to the memory of Bonnie Black Bess Hark away hark away still onward they press As we saw by the glimmer of the (ball?) Though many a mile on the back of Black Bess That night I was galloping bore So if I've a shilling what can I do less Than to drink to the memory of Bonnie Black Bess I owned of my pet that fatigue I must a-bear Well clear never faulted for prayer Hard forward my gall my bonnie black mare We speeded for life or d**h So if I've a shilling what can I do less Than to drink to the memory of Bonnie Black Bess The spires of York now burst on my view But the chimes they were ringing her knell Of (hoping?) my brave mare they no longer persue She halted she staggered and she fell So if I've a shilling what can I do less Than to drink to the memory of Bonnie Black Bess Her breathing was all hushed as the grave Alas for Bess amongst my pride Her heart she burst her rider to save But for Dick Turpin she lived and she died So if I've a shilling what can I do less Than to drink to the memory of Bonnie Black Bess