I'll trace these gardens o'er and o'er,
 Meditate on each sweet flower,
 Thinking of each happy hour-
 Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
 Shool, shool, shool, agrah!
 Time can only heal my woe,
 Since my lad of my heart from me did go,
 Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
 I wish I was on yonder hill
 It's there I'd sit and cry my fill
 So every tear might turn a mill
 Oh Johnny's gone for a soldier
 Shool, shool, shool, agrah!
 Time can only heal my woe,
 Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
 Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
 I'll dye my dress all over red
 And all over the world I'll beg my bread,
 So all my friends will think me dead-
 Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.
 Shool, shool, shool, agrah!
 Time can only heal my woe,
 Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
 Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.