Spiritual Seasons - Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye | Текст песни

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It was on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
It was on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
It was on the road to sweet Athy,
The stick in me hand and a drop in me eye,
I heard a doleful damsel cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns,
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are those eyes that look so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are those eyes that look so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are those eyes that look so mild,
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ye skedaddle from me and my child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye

With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and guns and drums and drums,
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh darling dear, Ye look so queer
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
Ye'll have to be put for the bowl to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye

With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns,
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

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