Shule Agra (Johnny Is Gone for a Soldier).
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Oh I wish I were on yonder hill
It's there I'd sit and cry my fill
'Til every tear would turn a mill
My Johnny's gone for a soldier.
Well, Johnny, my love, he went away
He would not heed what I did say
He won't be back for many's a day
My Johnny's gone for a soldier.
Shule, shule, shule a gra
Oh shule, oh shule and he loves me
When he comes back, he will marry me
My Johnny, he has gone for a soldier.
I'll sell my rack, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
And buy my love a sword of steel
My Johnny's gone for a soldier.
I'll dye my petticoat, I'll dye it red
Around the world I'll bake my bread
'Til I find my love alive or dead
My Johnny, he has gone for a soldier.
But now my love, he has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he returns, it is but a chance
My Johnny, he has gone for a soldier.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
'Tis gladly I would not complain
My Johnny, he has gone for a soldier.
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