| lyric | Hey! Johnny darling,
my Johnny lad would
be a bandit
on the highway;
if you only knew,
every byway!
Hey! the paths, aye,
where noone rides;
you only know those
taken by brides.
Woe! Johnny darling,
my darling pet;
for now they build you
hateful gibbet.
Yes, there ar gallows
by the town hall;
you must not go, no!
Your are my all! |