It was on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
It was on the road the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
It was on the road to sweet Athy,
With a stick in her hand and a tear in her eye,
A doleful damsel I did spy ,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns,
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that were so mild,
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye sci-daddle from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the legs with which you run,
When first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg,
Ye’re an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye’ll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
Oh Johnny I hardly knew yeWith your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns,
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.The enemy never slew ye
Oh, my darling dear you look so queer<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurrooIt was on the road the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurrooIt was on the road to sweet Athy,With a stick in her hand and a tear in her eye,A doleful damsel I did spy ,Johnny I hardly knew ye. Chorus With your guns and drums … <\/p>\n