| «Where have you been this while away, |
| Johnnie, Johnnie?» |
| Out with the rest on a picnic lay. |
| Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! |
| They called us out of the barrack-yard |
| To Gawd knows where from Gosport Hard, |
| And you can't refuse when you get the card, |
| And the Widow gives the party. |
| (Bugle: Ta-rara-ra-ra-rara!) |
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| «What did you get to eat and drink, |
| Johnnie, Johnnie?» |
| Standing water as thick as ink, |
| Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! |
| A bit o'beef that were three year stored, |
| A bit o’ mutton as tough as a board, |
| And a fowl we killed with a sergeant's sword, |
| When the Widow give the party. |
| |
| «What did you do for knives and forks, |
| Johnnie, Johnnie?» |
| We carries ’em with us wherever we walks, |
| Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! |
| And some was sliced and some was halved, |
|
| And some was gutted and some was starved, |
| When the Widow give the party. |
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| «What ha’ you done with half your mess, |
| Johnnie, Johnnie?» |
| They couldn’t do more and they wouldn’t do less. |
| Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! |
| They ate their whack and they drank their fill, |
| And I think the rations has made them ill, |
| For half my comp’ny’s lying still |
| Where the Widow give the party. |
| |
| «How did you get away - away, |
| Johnnie, Johnnie?» |
| On the broad o’ my back at the end o’ the day, |
| Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! |
| I corned away like a bleedin’ toff, |
| For I got four niggers to carry me off, |
| As I lay in the bight of a canvas trough, |
| When the Widow give the party. |
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| «What was the end of all the show, |
| Johnnie, Johnnie?» |
| Ask my Colonel, for I don’t know, |
| Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! |
| We broke a King and we built a road - |
| ’ment goed. |
| And the river’s clean where the raw blood flowed |
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| (Bugle: Ta-rara-ra-ra-rara!) |