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(H. De Marsan, Publisher, No. 54 Chatham Street, N. Y. [no date])

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. CHORUS

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. CHORUS

I wish I was on yonder hill.
It's there I'd sit and cry my fill,
So every tear my turn a mill,
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier. CHORUS

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. CHORUS