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.
Shool, shool, shool, agrah!
Time can only heal my woe,
Since my lad of my heart from me did go,
Oh, Johnny 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 might turn a mill
Oh Johnny's gone for a soldier
Shool, shool, shool, agrah!
Time can only heal my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
I'll dye my dress all over red
And all over the world I'll beg my bread,
So all my friends will think me dead-
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Shool, shool, shool, agrah!
Time can only heal my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.