Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier

Here I sit on Butternut Hill,
Who could blame me cry my fill ?
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill;
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Chorus:
 Shoo-lie, shoo-lie, shoo-lie too,
 Shoo-lie, sac-ca-rac-ca bib-ba-lib-ba boo.
 If I should die for Sally Bo-bo-link
 Come bib-ba-lib-ba boo sa-ro-ra.


I'd sell my clock, I'd sell my reel,
Like-wise I'd sell my spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel;
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Chorus:
 Shoo-lie, shoo-lie, shoo-lie too,
 Shoo-lie, sac-ca-rac-ca bib-ba-lib-ba boo.
 If I should die for Sally Bo-bo-link
 Come bib-ba-lib-ba boo sa-ro-ra.