作曲 : Traditional/Patrick Gilmore
 When Johnny comes marching home again
 Hurrah! Hurrah!
 We'll give him a hearty welcome then
 Hurrah! Hurrah!
 The men will cheer and the boys will shout
 The ladies they will all turn out
 And we'll all feel gay
 When Johnny comes marching home.
 The old church bell will peal with joy
 Hurrah! Hurrah!
 To welcome home our darling boy,
 Hurrah! Hurrah!
 The village lads and lassies say
 With roses they will strew the way,
 And we'll all feel gay
 When Johnny comes marching home.
 Get ready for the Jubilee,
 Hurrah! Hurrah!
 We'll give the hero three times three,
 Hurrah! Hurrah!
 The laurel wreath is ready now
 To place upon his loyal brow
 And we'll all feel gay
 When Johnny comes marching home.
 Let love and friendship on that day,
 Hurrah, hurrah!
 Their choicest pleasures then display,
 Hurrah, hurrah!
 And let each one perform some part,
 To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
 And we'll all feel gay
 When Johnny comes marching home.
 We all went down to New Orleans,
 For Bales, for Bales;
 We all went down to New Orleans,
 For Bales, says I;
 We all went down to New Orleans,
 To get a peep behind the scenes,
 "And we'll all drink stone blind,
 Johnny fill up the bowl".
 But Taylor and Smith, with ragged ranks,
 For Bales, for Bales;
 But Taylor and Smith, with ragged ranks,
 For Bales, says I;
 And Taylor and Smith, with ragged ranks,
 Burned up the cotton and whipped old Banks,
 "And we'll all drink stone blind,
 Johnny fill up the bowl".
 Our "ring" came back and cursed and swore,
 For Bales, for Bales;
 Our "ring" came back and cursed and swore,
 For Bales, says I;
 Our "ring" came back and cursed and swore,
 For we got no cotton at Grand Ecore,
 "And we'll all drink stone blind,
 Johnny fill up the bowl".