| With your guns and drums and drums and guns
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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| With your guns and drums and drums and guns
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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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, you look so queer
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| Johnny, I hardly knew ye
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| Where are your legs that used to run?
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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| Where are your legs that used to run?
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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| Where are your legs that used to run
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| When first you went to carry a gun?
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| Now I fear your dancing days are done
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| Johnny, I hardly knew ye
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| Where are your arms that held me tight?
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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| Where are your arms that held me tight?
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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| Where are your arms that held me tight
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| When first you went to join the fight?
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| And we’ll never, no more, share the night
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| Johnny, I hardly knew ye
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| They’re rolling out the drums again
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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| They’re rolling out the drums again
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| Harroo. |
| Harroo
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| They’re rolling out the drums again
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| They’re stirring up the boys and men
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| And I fear we’ll never see the end
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| Johnny, I hardly knew ye |