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Jickson Johnson
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Ian Tyson
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One, two, three, pick Johnson he went riding As fast as he could ride When he thought he heard a woman He heard a woman cry So Johnson gettin' off his horse And lookin' all around If he came upon a woman With her hair pinned to the ground A woman, dearest woman Who's fright is the worst fright Which brought you here this mornin' With her hair pinned to the ground "It were three bold and a-strugglin' men With swords out and in hand Where brought me here this mornin' With my hair pinned to the ground" Now, Johnson bein' a man of his own And bein' a man in gold He took off his overcoat To cover her from thе cold And Johnson gettin' on his horse And the woman gеttin' on behind Down that long and lonesome highway Their fortunes for to find They rode on and further on Then nothing could espy When she put her fingers to her ears And she gave three shivering cries Out sprang three bold and a-strugglin' men With swords out and in hand Who commanded Johnson Commanded if he'll stand "I'll stop them" said Johnson "I'll spend them" said he "But I never were in my life Afraid of any three" So Johnson killed him two of them Not watchin' in the woman behind While he was upon the other one She stabbed him from behind Oh, the day was clear and a market day And the people are passing by Who saw this awful murder And saw poor Johnson die
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