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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 feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. The old church bells will peal with joy, Hurrah! Hurrah! To welcome home our darling boy, Hurrah! Hurrah! The village lads and lassies say With roses they will strew the way, And we'll all feel gay Whn Johnny comes marching home. Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah! Hurrah! Their choicest treasures then display, Hurrah! Hurrah! And let each one perform some part To fill with joy the warrior's heart, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Et la version originale (avec un texte beaucoup plus sombre que la version de Gilmore) : While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye, A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ye. Chorus: With your guns and drums and With your guns and drums and With your guns and drums and The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so Johnny I hardly knew ye. drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo drums and guns, queer

Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that were so mild,

When my heart you so beguiled Why did ye sci-daddle from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs with which you 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, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, All from the island of Ceylon; So low in the flesh, so high in the bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye Last chorus: ...the enemy never slew ye Oh, my darling dear you look so queer