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[Refrain]
A recruiting sergeant cFame our way From an DInn near town at the close of daFy
FHe said young Johnny you're a fine young man AbWould you like to march along behind a military band,
DbWith a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat, DbAnd a musket at your shoulder,
The shilling he took and he kissed the book,
EbOh poor Johnny what will happen to yFa?
[Verse]
EThe recruiting sergeant marched away EbFrom the Inn near town at the break a day,
Johnny went too with half a ring
DbHe was off to be a soldier he'd be fighting for the King EbIn a far off war in a far off land
To fCace a foreign soldier,
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air,
FOh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?
[Verse]
When TGhe sun rose hot on a barren land AbmWhere a thin red line toEbok a military stand,
FThere was sling shot, chain shot, Abgrape shot too, Swords and bayonets tChrusting through,
Poor Johnny fell bEbut the day was won And the King is Ggrateful to you
But your soldiGmering's done and they're sending yFmou home, FOh poor Johnny what have they done to ya?
[Verse]
FThey said he was a herFmo and not to grieve
Over two wooden pegs and empty sleeves,
FThey carried him home and set him down AbWith a military pension and a medal from the crown.
But You haven't an arm,Eb you haven't a leg, EbThe enemy nearly slew you,
You'll have to go out on the streets to beg,
Oh poor Johnny Bbwhat have they done to ya?
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FA recruiting sergeant came our way From an Inn near toDwn at the close of day
He said my JEohnny you're a fine young man AbWould you like to march along behind a military band,
With a scarlet coat aEbnd a fine cocked hat,
And a musket at your shoulder,
AThe shilling he took and he kissed the book, FOh poor Johnny what will happen to ya? Bb
[Bridg 1]
O PColly love, OEb Polly love, the route itC is begun, EbAnd we must go on marchin'Ab to the beating of aEb drum,
Come dress yourself in all your best and come along with me,
CI'll take you to the cruelEb war, in High GerCmany. Bm
[Bridge 2]
GO Harry, dearest Harry, Ebnow mind what you do say, My feet they are so tender and I cannot march Gaway,
EbBesides, my dearest Harry, I am with child by thee, CNot fitting for the cruel war, in High Germany.
[Verse]
I'll buy Ebyou horse my love, and on it you shall ride And all of my delights shalGl walking at your'sB side
EbWill stop at every littel house, and drink when where are drCy Be truth to one aEbnother, get nuried by and by.
Offcourse will be the cruel war, that ever they should you rise
And note of mary EngAbland, pres maFny a manG likewise TheEby took her Harry from her, like wise a brothers Gthree
And sentEb them to the cruel warBbs in HiEbgh BbGermCany