From the liner notes:
"Despite its title, this ballad is not concerned with the celebrated American defeat, October 7, 1780, of the British by American frontiersmen. Rather, this is a version of the 17th century broadside, The Three Butchers, which is almost mock heroic in its lament for the death of Johnson, the brave butcher. The woman was originally a decoy for the robbers and summoned them by blowing a whistle. Ramsey's text is somewhat confusing in that the seventh of six robbers is put to flight and the identity of the person to be hanged is uncertain. It is certainly not accidental that a western North Carolina singer would associate a ballad with the Battle of King's Mountain, but the association may have been aided by the King's Mountain of a Brennan on the Moor variant or by the King's highway of anther ballad."

Source: http://allensarchiveofearlyoldcountrymusic.blogspot.com/2010/02/obray-ramsey-sings-folksongs-from-three.html

Note that I very specifically listen and made sure that he said "Dickson," not "Jickson" or "Jinkson," as in the other versions.

THE BATTLE OF KING'S MOUNTAIN
(Trad; "Laws #L4")

Johnson said to Dickson, one cold December day
"Let's go out on King's Mountain and while the time away"

Way out on King's Mountain, King's Mountain so high
Johnson said to Dickson "I heard a woman cry"

Then turning to his right and looking all around
He saw a naked woman chained to the ground

"Good woman, good woman, what is this awful crime?"
"The robber boys have robbed me and left me to die"

Johnson being good-hearted, and Dickson being kind
They rapped a coat around her and took her up behind

They had not gone so very far, two miles or three
The woman started screamin' "Lord have mercy on me"

Out stepped six robbers with daggers in their hands
They caught the horse's bridle, saying "Man your life must end"

Johnson fought to six o'clock, 'til the sun went down that night
He killed six of the robbers, then the seventh one took flight

Johnson being tired laid down to take a rest
The woman stole his dagger and stabbed him in the breast

Good woman, good woman, a-look what you have done
You've killed the bravest soldier Ol' England's ever sprung

I'm going back to England, I'm sentenced to be hung
I've fought in many-a battle, but this is my last one