Peter, Paul and Mary - The Cruel War

The ^Gcruel war is ra^Emging, ^AmJohnny has to f^Bmight, ^B I ^Cwant to be w^Amith him from ^Gmorn^Cing till n^Gight, I want to be with ^Emhim, it gr^Amieves my heart ^Bmso, ^B Won't you ^Clet me go ^Amwith you? ^GNo, m^Cy love, ^Gno.

Tomorrow is Sun^Emday, ^AmMonday is the ^Bmday, ^B That your ^Ccaptain will c^Amall you, ^Gand you ^Cmust o^Gbey, Your captain will ^Emcall you, it gr^Amieves my heart ^Bmso, ^B Won't you ^Clet me go ^Amwith you? ^GNo, m^Cy love, ^Gno.

I'll tie back my ^Emhair, men's clo^Amthing I'll put ^Bmon, ^B I'll ^Cpass as your ^Amcomrade ^Gas we ^Cmarch al^Gong, I'll pass as your ^Emcomrade, no ^Amone will ever ^Bmknow, ^B Won't you ^Clet me go ^Amwith you? ^GNo, m^Cy love, ^Gno.

Johnny, oh ^EmJohnny, I ^Amfear you are un^Bmkind, ^B I ^Clove you far ^Ambetter than ^Gall ^Cof mank^Gind, I love you far ^Embetter than ^Amwords can e'er exp^Bmress, ^B Won't you ^Clet me go ^Amwith you? ^GYes, m^Cy love, ^Gyes.

They marched into ^Embattle, she ^Amnever left his ^Bmside, ^B 'Til a ^Cbullet shell ^Amstruck her and ^Glove ^Cwas den^Gied, A bullet shell ^Emstruck her, tears ^Amcame to Johnny's e^Bmyes, ^B As he ^Cknelt down bes^Amide her, she ^Gsil^Cently ^Gdied.