Johnny Is Gone for a Soldier

J. H. JOHNSON, Song Publisher, Stationer and Printer, No. 7 North Tenth St., 3 doors above Market, Philadelphia.

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.

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.

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, Jehnny is gone for a soldier.

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

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.

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