| lyric | Johnny rides fast a corss the hills, hey!
heaering May upon his mare,
urges Mary to sing a song,.
such as would carry through the air.
Sing a litgle song, Mary dear,
sing a pretty and cheerful one!
Sing just as you sang when at home
with your father und mother alone!
The the maiden began a song,
one that reached to the mountain pass.
Brigands at distant Velehrad
heard this song sung by the sweet lass.
„Come lads, we shall take her from him;
we must kill, must kill the traitor!“
„Stand clear, O Mary, to the left,
under the maple trees shelter!“
Johnny then swung his sword aloft;
twelve heads rolled before the smiter!
Hey! |