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3 As soon as we'd eaten our breakfast, We pulled for the head of the jam, While two of our boys took the pole trail, For to flood from the reservoir dam.
4 The water came rushing and howling; With peaveys and pike poles we tried, Till at last we gave space in the middle And right quickly from there she did fly.
5 While a-riding her into dead water His foot it got caught in the jam; He never once squealed till in under, For he always had plenty of sand.
6 Five hours we worked at hard labor
Till the sweat from my brow it did pour 5 We dragged his dead body from in under, But it didn't look like Johnny any more.
7 He was scratched from his heels to his middle And his head was cut off in the jam;
We buried him down by the river
Where the larks and the whippoorwills sang. |
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