Johnny is Gone for a Soldier.
I’ll trace these gardens o’er and o’er,
Meditate on each sweet flower,
Thinking of each happy hour,—
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
CHORUS.
Shool, Shool, Shool, agrah!
Time can only ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Some say my love is gone to France,
There his fortune to advance,
And if I find him it’s but a chance,—
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier,
Shool, Shool, &c.
I’ll sell my frock, I’ll sell my wheel,
I’ll buy my love a sword of steel,
So in the battle he may reel,—
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Shool, Shool, &c.
I wish I was on yonder hill,
It’s there I’d sit and cry my fill,
So every tear may turn a mill,—
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Shool, Shool, &c.
I’ll dye my dress, I’ll dye it red,
All over the world I’ll beg my bread,
So my parents may think me dead—
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Shool, Shool, &c.