| lyric | Who do they belong to yonder sheep grazing nigh?
Tis Johnny owns the sheep, him they’ll soon hang on high.
And when dragged him off across the country wider
his sweetheart loudly called, „Come back, dear, to my side!“
„How can I caôme back, lass? In fetters I am fast:
’neath the gallows wait the hangmen for me steadfast.“
„Pray have mercy, hangmen, let the noose swing empty!
From my father, mother where will hanging take me? |