Album:(The Chad Mitchell Trio Collection)



When Johnny comes marching home again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give him a hearty welcome then,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The men will cheer, the boys will shout,

The ladies they will all turn out,

And we'll all be there,

When Johnny comes marching home.



When Johnny comes marching home again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give him a hearty welcome then,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The men will cheer, the boys will shout,

The ladies they will all turn out,

And we'll all be there,

When Johnny comes marching home.



With drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo

With drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo

With drums and guns and guns and drums

The enemy nearly slew ye,

Darling John, it's been so long,

Johnny I hardly knew ye.



Tis glad I am to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo

Tis glad I am to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo

Tis glad I am to see ye home

My darling John, so pale and worn

So low in check, so high in bone

Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.



When Johnny comes marching home again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give him a hearty welcome then,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The men will cheer, the boys will shout,

The ladies they will all turn out,

And we'll all be there,

When Johnny comes marching home.



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 poor heart you first beguiled

Why did ye run from me and the child

Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.



When Johnny comes marching home again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give him a hearty welcome then,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The men will cheer, the boys will shout,

The ladies they will all turn out,

And we'll all be there,

When Johnny comes marching home.



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 first you went to carry a gun

Indeed your dancing days are done

Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.



Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo

Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo

Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg

Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg

And Ye'll have to put with a bowl to beg

Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.



When Johnny comes marching home again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give him a hearty welcome then,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The men will cheer, the boys will shout,

The ladies they will all turn out,

And we'll all be there,

When Johnny comes marching home