Shool, Shool, Shool, agrah!
Time can only ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Some say my love is gone to France,
There his fortune to advance,
And if I find him it’s but a chance,--
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier,
Shool, Shool, &c.
I’ll sell my frock, I’ll sell my wheel,
I’ll buy my love a sword of steel,
So in the battle he may reel,--
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Shool, Shool, &c.
I wish I was on yonder hill,
It’s there I’d sit and cry my fill,
So every tear may turn a mill,--
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Shool, Shool, &c.
I’ll dye my dress, I’ll dye it red,
All over the world I’ll beg my bread,
So my parents may think me dead--
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
Shool, Shool, &c.
20
We are all so Fond of Kissing.
Oh, kiss me quick and let me go,
Don’t keep me here a waiting,
For if by chance we should be caught,
It would set the gals a talking.
I vow, I quite in passion get,
To see you act so silly,
I think I’ll have to kiss you first,
For I’m getting very chilly.