Dm      C    Bb          Dm
Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
F       Am       Dm
Who can blame me, cry my fill
      F    A7         Dm    Bb
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill,
Dm         Am         Dm
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Dm      A7    Dm
Shule, Shule, Shule Aroon
F       Am    Dm
Shule, Shule, Shule Aroon
      F    A7         Dm    Bb
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill,
Dm         Am         Dm
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

With fife and drum he marched away
He would not heed what I did say
He'll not come back for many a day
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel,
Likewise I'll sell my spinning wheel
And buy my love a sword of steel,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I'll dye my dress, I'll dye it red,
And through the streets I'll beg for bread,
For the lad I love from me has fled,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Me, oh my, I loved him so,
Broke my heart to see him go
And only time will heal my woe,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.