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Johnson he was riding along
As fast as he could ride,
When he thought he heard a woman,
Heard a woman cry.
Johnson getting off his horse
And searching the woods all around,
Til he came upon a woman
With her hair pinned to the ground.
"Woman, dearest woman,
Who brought you he for to span?
Who has brought you here this morning
With your hair pinned to the ground?"
"It were three bold and struggling men
With swords keen in hand
Who did bring me here this morning
With my hair pinned to the ground."
Johnson being a man of his own,
Being a man and bold,
He's taken off his overcoat
To shelter her from the cold.
Johnson getting on his horse
The woman getting on behind,
They rode down that road together
Their fortunes for to find.
As they were riding down the road
As fast as they could fly,
She's throwed her fingers to her lips
And gave three shuddering cries.
Out jumped three bold and struggling men
With swords keen in hand
Who that commanded Johnson,
Commanded him to stand.
"I'll stop then", said Johnson,
"I'll stop then". said he
"For never in all my life
Was I afraid of any three."
Johnson killing two of them,
Not watching the woman behind,
While he was at the other one
She stabbed him from behind.
The day being free and a market day
And the people all passing by,
They saw this awful tragedy
And saw poor Johnson die.
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