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WHILE going the road to sweet Athy, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
While going the road to sweet Athy, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
While going the road to sweet Athy, | 5 |
A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye, | |
A doleful damsel I heard cry: | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | |
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With drums and guns, and guns and drums, | |
The enemy nearly slew ye; | 10 |
My darling dear, you look so queer, | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | |
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Where are your eyes that looked so mild? | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
Where are your eyes that looked so mild? | 15 |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
Where are your eyes that looked so mild, | |
When my poor heart you first beguiled? | |
Why did you run from me and the child? | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | 20 |
With drums, etc. | |
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Where are the legs with which you run? | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
Where are thy legs with which you run? | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | 25 |
Where are the legs with which you run | |
When first you went to carry a gun? | |
Indeed, your dancing days are done! | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | |
With drums, etc. | 30 |
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It grieved my heart to see you sail, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
It grieved my heart to see you sail, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
It grieved my heart to see you sail, | 35 |
Though from my heart you took leg-bail; | |
Like a cod youre doubled up head and tail, | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | |
With drums, etc. | |
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You havent an arm and you havent a leg, | 40 |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
You havent an arm and you havent a leg, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
You havent an arm and you havent a leg, | |
Youre an eyeless, noseless, chickenless egg; | 45 |
Youll have to be put with a bowl to beg: | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | |
With drums, etc. | |
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Im happy for to see you home, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | 50 |
Im happy for to see you home, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
Im happy for to see you home, | |
All from the Island of Sulloon; | |
So low in flesh, so high in bone; | 55 |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | |
With drums, etc. | |
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But sad it is to see you so, | |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
But sad it is to see you so, | 60 |
Hurroo! hurroo! | |
But sad it is to see you so, | |
And to think of you now as an object of woe, | |
Your Peggyll still keep you on as her beau; | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! | 65 |
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With drums and guns, and guns and drums, | |
The enemy nearly slew ye; | |
My darling dear, you look so queer, | |
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye. | |
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