Johnson, he was riding along
When he thought he heard a woman,
Johnson getting off his horse,
searching the woods all around
When he came upon a wo man
with her hair pinned to the ground.
who brought you here for to spend?
Who that brought you here this morning
with your hair pinned to the ground?
It were three bold and struggling men,
With swords keen in hand,
With my hair pinned to the ground.
Well, Johnson, being a man of his own,
He'd taken off his overcoat,
To cover her from the cold.
Johnson getting on his horse,
The woman getting on behind.
Their fortunes fortified.
They were riding all alone,
When she threw her fingers to her lips
and gave three shivering cries
Out sprung three bold and struggling men
With swords keen in hand.
Ooh, that commanded Johnson,
I'll stop then, said Johnson,
For I never was in all my life
Johnson killing two of them,
Not watching the woman behind.
While he was at the other one,
She stabbed him from behind.
The day was free and a market day,
The people all passing by,
Who that saw this awful murder,
And saw poor Johnson die. you