| It’s of three jolly butchers
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| As I’ve heard many say
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| They were going to some market town
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| Their money for to pay
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| They rode together for a mile or two
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| And a little more besides
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| Said Johnson unto Jipson
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| «Stop I heard a woman cry»
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| «Then stop I won’t» said Jipson
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| «And stop I won’t» said Ryde
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| «Then stop I will» said Johnson
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| «For I heard a woman cry»
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| So Johnson he alighted
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| And viewed the place around
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| And saw a naked woman
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| With her hair tied to the ground
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| «How came you here?» |
| said Johnson
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| «How came you here?» |
| said he
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| «Two highway men have robbed me
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| That you can plainly see»
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| Then Johnson being a valiant man
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| A man of courage bold
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| He took the coat from off his back
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| To keep her from the cold
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| Then Johnson being a valiant man
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| A man of valiant mind
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| He sat her up upon his horse
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| And mounted up behind
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| And as they rode along the road
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| As fast as they could ride
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| She put her fingers to her lips
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| And gave three piercing cries
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| Out sprang ten bold highwaymen
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| With weapons in their hands
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| They strode up to young Johnson
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| And boldly bid him stand
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| «Stand I will» said Johnson
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| «As long as ever I can
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| For I was never in all my life
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| Afraid of any man»
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| Then Johnson being a valiant man
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| He made those bullets fly
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| Till nine of them bold highwaymen
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| All on the ground did lie
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| This wicked woman standing by
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| Young Johnson did not mind
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| She took a knife all from his side
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| And stabbed him from behind
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| This day it being a market day
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| And people passing by
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| They saw this woman’s dreadful deed
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| And raised a hue and cry
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| Then she was down to Newgate brought
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| Bound down in irons strong
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| For killing the finest butcher
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| As ever the sun shone on |