Johnny Has Gone For A Soldier

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There I sat on But-ter-milk Hill
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Who could blame me, cry my fill
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And ev-'ry tear would turn a mill,
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John-ny has gone for a sol-dier.

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.

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 that I love from me has fled,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.