(chorus)
What makes you go away, fighting for strangers,
when you could be save at home, free from all dangers?
A recruiting sergeant marched our way,
to an inn nearby at the break of day.
He said: "Young Johnny you're a fine young man,
would you like to march along behind a military band,
with a scarlet coat, a big cocked hat
& a musket at your shoulder?"
A shilling he took & he kissed the book,
Oh Johnny, what will happen to ya?
The recruiting sergeant marched away,
from the inn nearby at the break of day.
Johnny went too, with half a ring,
he was off to be a soldier, he'd be fighting for the king,
in a far off war, in a far off land,
to face a foreign soldier.
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air?
Oh poor Johnny, what will happen to ya?
Well the sun shone high on a barren land
as the thin red line took a military stand.
There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too,
swords & bayonets thrusting through.
Poor Johnny fell, but the day was won,
& the King is grateful to ya;
your soldiering's done & we're sending you home.
Oh poor Johnny, what have they done to ya?
They said he was a hero & not to grieve
over two wooden legs & an empty sleeve.
Well they carried him home & they set him down
with a military pension & a medal from the crown.
Well, you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg,
& the enemy nearly slew ya;
You'll have to go out on the streets to beg;
Oh Johnny what have they done to ya?
STOP These WARS
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