| 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 eyeless, 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 |