Johnny Has Gone For A Soldier

Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill,

Who could blame me cry my fill?

And ev’ry tear will turn a mill.

Since Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Me, oh, my, I loved him so,

Broke my heart to see him go.

And only time will heal my woe.

Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel,

Likewise I'll sell my spinning wheel,

And buy my love a sword of steel,

Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I'll dye my dress, I'll dye it red,

And through the streets I'll beg my bread,

For the lad that I love from me has fled,

Johnny has gone for a soldier.