Black Bess was the horse of Dick Turpin, an English highwayman of the 1730's. The horse completed the journey from London to York in less than 24 hours
Bess of Hardwick died in 1608.
They tied Bess up so that she wouldn't get away!
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The Black Dahlia was a real murder case. Her real name was Elizabeth Short.
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The highwayman Dick Turpin owned the black bess
it wasn't called black bess at all he never had a named horse because he rode stolen horses black bess is a name people got from the poem the highwayman because they assumed that the poem was about dick turpin and in the poem he has a girlfriend called bess who had black hair so a leganed surronded him that he called his horse black bess after her but he didnt. the poem the highwayman may not even be about dick turpin
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Houdini's wife's real name was Bess Rahner.
Dick Turpin rode Black Bess.
Bess shot herself in her bedroom as a warning to tell him to turn back.
The fictional character Dick Turpin is often associated with a horse named Black Bess. He was a notorious English highwayman who supposedly rode this horse during his robberies in the 18th century, as depicted in various literary and cultural works.
Black Bess
The Highwayman, Dick Turpin's horse was named Black Bess.
Bess is typically portrayed as the lover or partner of the highwayman in the 19th century poem "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes. She warns the highwayman of a trap set by soldiers, which ultimately leads to his death. Bess is known for her loyalty and tragic fate in the poem.
If you are referring the Dick turpin's mount, it could be through circumstances that Turdpin shot her...reluctantly...see below 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
Bess Hawes's birth name is Bess Lomax.