Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier Lyrics

Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me, cryin' my fill
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill
Johnny has gone for a soldier

Shule, shule, shule agra
Me, oh my, I loved him so
And only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier

I'll sell my flax and I'll sell my wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
So it in battle he might wield
Johnny has gone for a soldier

Shule, shule, shule agra
Me, oh my, I loved him so
And only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier

I'll dye my petticoats, dye them red,
And through the streets I'll beg my bread,
Till he come back and we are wed
Johnny has gone for a soldier.