Johnnie Lyrics - Singles - Chad Mitchell Trio

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