Johnny Has Gone For A Soldier
Traditional, arranged by Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Grapevine.
Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me, cryin' my fill
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill
Johnny has gone for a soldier
With fife and drum he marched away
He would not hear what I did say
He'll not return for many a day
Johnny has gone for a soldier
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
Likewise I'll sell my spinning wheel
To buy my love a coat of steel
Johnny has gone for a soldier
I'll dye my dress a burning red
And through the world I'll beg my bread
I'll find my love alive or dead
Johnny has gone for a soldier