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