When Johnny Comes Marching Home

When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah! Hurrah!
 We'll give him a hearty welcome then, hurrah! Hurrah!
 The boys will cheer and the men will shout
 And the ladies, they will all turn out
 And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
 The old church bell will peal with joy, hurrah! Hurrah!
 To welcome home our darling boy, hurrah! Hurrah!
 The village lads and lassies say
 With roses they will strew the way
 And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
 Get ready for the Jubilee, hurrah! Hurrah!
 We'll give the hero three times three, hurrah! Hurrah!
 The laurel wreath is ready now
 To place upon his loyal brow
 And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
 Let love and friendship on that day, hurrah, hurrah!
 Their choicest pleasures then display, hurrah, hurrah!
 And let each one perform some part
 To fill with joy the warrior's heart
 And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
 In eighteen hundred and sixty one, for bowls, for bowls
 In eighteen hundred and sixty one, for bowls, says I
 In eighteen hundred and sixty one
 Abe Lincoln went to Washington
 And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
 In eighteen hundred and sixty two, for bowls, for bowls
 In eighteen hundred and sixty two, for bowls, says I
 In eighteen hundred and sixty two
 Old Abe he put the rebellion through
 And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
 In eighteen hundred and sixty three, for bowls, for bowls
 In eighteen hundred and sixty three, for bowls, says I
 In eighteen hundred and sixty three
 Old Abe he set the darkies free
 And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
 In eighteen hundred and sixty four, for bowls, for bowls
 In eighteen hundred and sixty four, for bowls, says I
 In eighteen hundred and sixty four
 Old Abe he calleed for a million more
 And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!
 In eighteen hundred and sixty five, for bowls, for bowls
 In eighteen hundred and sixty five, for bowls, says I
 In eighteen hundred and sixty five
 John Wilkes Booth took the Lincoln's life
 And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl!