"They took my cloaths from me, and hand and foot me bound,
And left me here in woful sort, with my hair pin'd to the ground."
So Johnson he whipt out his sword with all his might and main,
And presently the woman's cords, Johnson he cut in twain,
A shirt out of his Cloak-bag presently plucked he,
And put it on the woman to cover her secrecie.
"I have neither wife nor children," Johnson he did say,
And thou shalt be the Lady of all, til death take life away:"
Johnson being a loving man, and bore a careful mind,
He put his cloak about her to keep her from the wind.

Straight upon horse-back presently got he,
And they rode all out of the wood, and rid on gallantly:
Riding then up Blankly-lane as fast as they could trig,
"Be merry my hearts," said Johnson, "let us sing up a Jigg;
With a hey down down, with a hey down derry dee,
What if there were ten thieves, so we are true men three!"
Riding then up Blankly-lane, as fast as they could hye,
"Be merry my hearts," said Johnson, "the Land's-end draweth nigh."
The woman hearing him say so, presently by and by,
She put her finger to her ear, and gave a squeaking cry. (It was Peggy Seeger, sorry Peggy, couldn't resist that one!)
(Half way through, phew!)