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"Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye," a woman's mournful message to her husband, who lost both legs in battle. The melody is the same as the Civil War song "When Johnny Comes Marching Home," which was written later.
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'
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and drums and guns, The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny, I hardly knew ye
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 heart you so beguiled Why did ye run from me and the child Oh, Johnny, I hardly knew ye
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 you went for to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done 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 Sulloon; So low in flesh, so high in bone 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
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again, But they never will take our sons again No, they never will take our sons again Johnny, I'm swearing to ye
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