When Johnny Comes Marching Home
When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, hurrah! Hurrah!
The boys will cheer and the men will shout
And the ladies, they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
The old church bell 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 when 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 pleasures 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
In eighteen hundred and sixty one, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty one, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty one
Abe Lincoln went to Washington
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty two, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty two, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty two
Old Abe he put the rebellion through
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty three, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty three, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty three
Old Abe he set the darkies free
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty four, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty four, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty four
Old Abe he calleed for a million more
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty five, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty five, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty five
John Wilkes Booth took the Lincoln's life
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, hurrah! Hurrah!
The boys will cheer and the men will shout
And the ladies, they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
The old church bell 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 when 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 pleasures 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
In eighteen hundred and sixty one, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty one, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty one
Abe Lincoln went to Washington
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty two, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty two, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty two
Old Abe he put the rebellion through
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty three, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty three, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty three
Old Abe he set the darkies free
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty four, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty four, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty four
Old Abe he calleed for a million more
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty five, for bowls, for bowls
In eighteen hundred and sixty five, for bowls, says I
In eighteen hundred and sixty five
John Wilkes Booth took the Lincoln's life
And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
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Writer(s): Jeff Beal, Louis E. Lambert
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