Johnny, I hardly knew ye


Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye:
 
When goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
When goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
When goin' the road to sweet Athy,
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
 
Chorus:
         Em                                 G
Wi' your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
         Em                                 G       B7
Wi' your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
         Em                  Eb
Wi' your guns and drums and drums and guns,
    C            B7
The enemy nearly slew ye
      Em       D        C       B7
Oh my darling dear, ye look so queer
Em
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
 
It grieved my heart to see you sail, hurroo, hurroo
It grieved my heart to see you sail, hurroo, hurroo
It grieved my heart to see you sail, hurroo, hurroo
Though from my heart you took leg-bail
Like a cod you’re doubled up head and tail,   
Johnny, I hardly knew ye!   
 
Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that were so mild,
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Oh why did ye run from me and the child
Johnny, I hardly knew ye
 
Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the legs with which you run,
When first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Johnny, I hardly knew ye
 
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home,
All from the island of Sulloon;
So low in the flesh, so high in the bone
Johnny I hardly knew ye
 
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg,
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Johnny I hardly knew ye
 
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again,
Searching for strong young Irishmen
But they never will take our sons again
Johnny I swear it to ye