Южная версия песни "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" времен гражданской войны в Америке (Правильный текст я не нашел) 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 bowls, for bowls, In eighteen hundred and sixty one For bowls, 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 bowls, for bowls, In eighteen hundred and sixty two For bowls, says I, In eighteen hundred and sixty two Old Abe he put the rebellion through. And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty three For bowls, for bowls, In eighteen hundred and sixty three For bowls, says I, In eighteen hundred and sixty three Old Abe he set the darkies free. And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty four For bowls, for bowls, In eighteen hundred and sixty four For bowls, says I, In eighteen hundred and sixty four Old Abe he calleed for a million more. And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
In eighteen hundred and sixty five For bowls, for bowls, In eighteen hundred and sixty five For bowls, says I, In eighteen hundred and sixty five John Wilkes Booth took Lincoln's life. And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!