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i Come all ye young people, come fathers and mothers, too, Fll relate to you the history of the Rowan County crew, Concerning bloody Rowan and many a heinous deed, So please pay attention and listen how it reads.
2 'Twas in the month of August, 'twas on election day, Judge Martin shot and wounded, they say by Johnny Clay; But Martin wouldn't believe it and would not think it so. He thought it was Clyde Parker that shot the fatal blow.
3 Now Martin had recovered, some months had come and passed, 'Twas in the town of Morehead these fellows met at last, Parker and a friend or two along the streets did walk;
He seemed to be uneasy with no one for to talk.
4 He walked into Judge Lynn's saloon, he stepped up to the bar, He little knew that moment he'd met his fatal hour.
He seemed to see death's angels when Martin entered the door; Some words were passed between them concerning a round before.
5 The people became affrighted and rushed out of the room; A ball from Martin's pistol put Tolliver in the tomb.
His friends were gathered around him, his wife to weep and wail; Martin was soon arrested and then confined to jail.
6 Some people thought of lynching him, although the plan would fail; They put the handcuffs on him until they'd get to jail.
His mind was heavy-laden, he seemed to be in distress; They put the shackles on him, put him on the night express.
7 Along the road she rumbled all at her usual speed.
There were but two in number to commit this horrible deed; One were young and handsome and just starting to roam, He placed the fireman near and bid him not to move.
8 John Martin was in the smoking car accompanied by his wife; They did not wish her present when they took her husband's life. They walked up to John Martin with pistols in their hands;
In death he soon was sinking, he died in iron bands.
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