Johnnie Lyrics
Album:(The Chad Mitchell Trio Collection)
When Johnny comes
marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty
welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will
shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be
there,
When Johnny comes marching home.
When Johnny comes
marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty
welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will
shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be
there,
When Johnny comes marching home.
With drums and
guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo
With drums and guns and guns and
drums, hurroo, hurroo
With drums and guns and guns and drums
The
enemy nearly slew ye,
Darling John, it's been so long,
Johnny I
hardly knew ye.
Tis glad I am to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
Tis glad I am to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
Tis glad I am to see ye
home
My darling John, so pale and worn
So low in check, so high
in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
When Johnny comes
marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty
welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will
shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be
there,
When Johnny comes marching home.
Where are your
eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so
mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When
my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the
child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
When Johnny comes
marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty
welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will
shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be
there,
When Johnny comes marching home.
Where are your
legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to
run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When
first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a
leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg, hurroo,
hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg
Ye're an
armless, boneless, chickenless egg
And Ye'll have to put with a bowl to
beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
When Johnny comes marching
home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome
then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will
shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be
there,
When Johnny comes marching home
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