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| The Cruel War
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| The cruel war is raging, Johnnie has to fight.
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| I want to be with him from morning to night.
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| I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so,
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| won’t you let me go with you? |
| No, my love no.
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| Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
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| That your captain will call you, and you must obey.
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| Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so,
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| won’t you let me go with you? |
| No, my love no.
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| I’ll tie back my hair, men’s clothing 'll put on,
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| I’ll pass as your comrade as we march along
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| I’ll pass as your comrade it grieves my heart so,
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| Won’t you let me go with you? |
| No, my love no.
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| Oh Johnnie, Oh Johnnie, I fear you are unkind
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| I love you far better than all of mankind
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| I love you far better than words can ere express,
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| Won’t you let me go with you? |
| Yes, my love, Yes. |