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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 119
They fired on poor Goins, which made his horse run; The shot failed to kill him; George struck him with a gun.
"Sweet heavens, sweet heavens!" poor Goins did cry, "To think of my poor companion, and now I must die."
And when they had killed him, with him they would not
stay; They then took his money and then rode away.
I wish you could have been there to hear her poor moan: "Here lies his poor body, but where is his poor soul?"
"You promised to meet me at Adam's spring; Some money you would bring me, or some other fine thing."
"No money, no money, to flatter the case, We'll go and get married, it will be no disgrace.
"Come jump up behind me and away we will ride To yonder fair city; I will make you my bride."
She jumped up behind him and away they did go
To the banks of deep waters where they never overflow.