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But as we were diſcoursing Satan did me ſur-
round,
I pull’d a ſtick out of the hedge and knock'd this
fair maid down,
Down on her bended knees ſhe fell, and for
mercy ſhe did cry,
I’m innocent, don’t murder me, for I’m not pre-
par’d to die.
He took her by the yellow hair, and dragged her
along,
And threw her into a river that ran both deep
and ſtrong,
All in the blood of innocence his hands and
clothes were dy’d.
He was ſtain'd with the purple gore of his in-
tended bride.
Then returning to his mother’s door, at 12 o’-
clock at night;
But little did his mother think how he had ſpent
the night,
Come tell to me, dear Johnny, what dy'd your
hands and clothes?
The anſwer that he made her was, bleeding at
the noſe.
He called for a candle to light himſelf to bed,
And all the whole night over the damſel lay dead,
And all that whole night over peace nor reſt he
could not find,
