It's off to Noble Butchers,
as I have heard men say
They started out from London all on a market day
And as they were riding along as fast as they could ride
Oh stop your horse,
says John,
and for he hears some woman cry
I will not stop,
says Wilson,
I will not stop,
says he I will not stop,
says Wilson,
or Robert we shall be
So a jumps and he got off his horse and he searched the woods all
around And there he found a woman with her hair pinned to the ground
How came you here,
dear woman,
how came you here,
fast bound?
How came you here,
stark naked,
with your hair pinned to the ground?
They robbed me,
they stripped me,
they left me here fast bound They left me here
this morning with my hair pinned to the ground
So Johnson he been a valiant man,
had him on a valiant mind He wrapped his
coat around her and he took her up behind
And as they were riding along as fast as they could ride She put her
fingers to her mouth and she gave three shimmering cries A jumpy,
bold and struggling man with sore
skin in hand Who then commanded her,
Johnson,
commanded him to stand Well,
I'll stop,
I'll stand,
says Johnson,
I'll stop,
I'll stand,
says he But never was I in all my life
afraid of an E3 I were two of them,
he quickly slew,
and the third he
did not mind Till a false young woman took
the knife and she stabbed him from behind
Poor Johnson he spun round about and fell down to
the ground And he cursed and treachered the woman
who gave him his death wound Oh,
the day it been,
a more good day,
there were people passing by
Who saw the awful murder,
who saw poor Johnson die Oh,
they took this woman to London and hung her
there in May For the murdering of Johnson along the market
day