| Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank
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| Don’t you wish that you were fishin
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| Some for North; |
| some for South
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| Back in your old home town
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| Oh, Virginia is your home, Johnny Reb
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| And your home is old New England, Billy Yank
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| From the South and from the North
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| You will meet as you go forth
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| Just two kids who went and joined the private ranks
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| Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank
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| Don’t you wish that you were fishin
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| Some for North; |
| some for South
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| Back in your old home town
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| Over meadows, swamp and woods they would go
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| Till one day they met beside a river deep
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| They were tired and they were hot
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| And before they fired a shot
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| They both fell into a hole and fell asleep
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| Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank
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| Don’t you wish that you were fishin
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| Some for North; |
| some for South
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| Back in your old home town
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| Time and time again they met sure as day
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| As they brushed each other they would wink and smile
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| Then those friendly enemies
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| Raised their rifles if you please
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| And they’d fire and miss each other by a mile
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| Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank
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| Don’t you wish that you were fishin
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| Some for North; |
| some for South
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| Back in your old home town
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| Tell me Billy have you had your first shave
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| Have you ever felt some stubble on your chin
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| Somethin’s growin' on my lip
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| Only one but it’s a pip
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| So I guess my shavin days will soon begin
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| Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank
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| Don’t you wish that you were fishin
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| Some for North; |
| some for South
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| Back in your old home town |