Wednesday, October 11, 2006

When Johnny Comes Marching Home

When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

The old church bells will peal with joy, Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy, Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah! Hurrah!
Their choicest treasures then display, Hurrah! Hurrah!
And let each one perform some part
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
(Since Johnny trudged into and out of the carnage of Antietam, Shiloh and Gettysburg, he's ridden up San Juan Hill and crouched down in the trenches with his fellow doughboys; landed at Anzio, bled on Omaha Beach and fought hand to hand on Iwo Jima; waded into the waters at Inchon and fought for Pork Chop Hill; survived the treachery of Tet and defended Khe Sanh; patrolled the dark waters of the Atlantic out of Holy Loch and the skies of Germany from Ramstein; kept watch on Checkpoint Charlie; and swept through Kuwait and looked into the eyes of madness in Mogadishu.
Johnny's in Baghdad now. Maybe some kind soul will let him come home soon)

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