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56 lines
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo \\
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo \\
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy \\
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A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye \\
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A doleful damsel I heard cry, \\
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Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo \\
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With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo \\
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With your guns and drums and drums and guns \\
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The enemy nearly slew ye \\
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Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer \\
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Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\}
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Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo \\
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Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo \\
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Where are your eyes that were so mild \\
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When my heart you so beguiled? \\
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Why did ye skedaddle from me and the child? \\
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Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\
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Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo \\
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Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo \\
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Where are your legs that used to run \\
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When you went for to carry a gun \\
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Indeed your dancing days are done \\
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Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo \\
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I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo \\
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I'm happy for to see ye home \\
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All from the island of Ceylon \\
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So low in flesh, so high in bone \\
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Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
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Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo \\
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Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo \\
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Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, \\
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Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg, \\
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Ye'll have to be put with a bowl to beg, \\
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Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo \\
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They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo \\
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They're rolling out the guns again, \\
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But they never will take our sons again, \\
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No they never will take our sons again, \\
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Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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