作曲 : Louis Lambert/P.S.Gilmore/1863
When Johnny comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The boys will cheer and the men 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.
In eighteen hundred and sixty-one
For Bales, for Bales;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-one
For Bales, says I;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-one
Abe Lincoln went to Washington
"And we'll all drink stone blind,
Johnny fill up the bowl".
In eighteen hundred and sixty-two,
For Bales, for Bales;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-two,
For Bales, says I;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-two,
Old Abe put the rebellion through
"And we'll all drink stone blind,
Johnny fill up the bowl".
In eighteen hundred and sixty-three,
For Bales, for Bales;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-three,
For Bales, says I;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-three
Old Lincoln set the darkies free
"And we'll all drink stone blind,
Johnny fill up the bowl".
In eighteen hundred and sixty-four,
For Bales, for Bales;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-four,
For Bales, says I;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-four,
Old Abe called for a million more,
"And we'll all drink stone blind,
Johnny fill up the bowl".
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five,
For Bales, for Bales;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five,
For Bales, says I;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five,
John Booth took the Lincoln's life
"And we'll all drink stone blind,
Johnny fill up the bowl".