Текст песни When Johnny Comes Marching Home - Mitch Miller
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home 
                                                again,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                give 
                                                him 
                                                    a 
                                                hearty 
                                                welcome 
                                                then,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                the 
                                                men 
                                                will 
                                                cheer 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                will 
                                                shout
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ladies 
                                                they 
                                                will 
                                                all 
                                                turn 
                                                out,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                feel 
                                                gay
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                feel 
                                                gay
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                ready 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                Jubilee,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                give 
                                                the 
                                                hero 
                                                three 
                                                times 
                                                three,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                the 
                                                laurel 
                                                wreath 
                                                is 
                                                ready 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                place 
                                                upon 
                                                his 
                                                loyal 
                                                brow,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                feel 
                                                gay
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                feel 
                                                gay
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                and 
                                                sixty-one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                was 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                begun,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                and 
                                                sixty-two,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Both 
                                                sides 
                                                were 
                                                falling 
                                                to,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                drink 
                                                stone 
                                                wine,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                drink 
                                                stone 
                                                wine,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                and 
                                                sixty-three,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Old 
                                                Abe, 
                                                he 
                                                ended 
                                                slavery
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                and 
                                                sixty-three
 
                                    
                                
                                                Old 
                                                Abe, 
                                                he 
                                                ended 
                                                slavery
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                drink 
                                                stone 
                                                wine,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                drink 
                                                stone 
                                                wine,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                and 
                                                sixty-four,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Abe 
                                                called 
                                                for 
                                                five 
                                                hundred 
                                                thousand 
                                                more,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah! 
                                                Hurrah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                eighteen 
                                                hundred 
                                                and 
                                                sixty-five,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                talked 
                                                rebellion--strife;
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                drink 
                                                stone 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we'll 
                                                all 
                                                drink 
                                                stone 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Johnny 
                                                comes 
                                                marching 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Memories
2 By the Light of the Silvery Moon
3 A Bicycle Built For Two/Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet
4 The Band Played On/Oh! You Beautiful Doll
5 Smiles
6 Down by the Old Mill Stream
7 You Are My Sunshine
8 When The Saints go Marching In
9 Beer Barrel Polka
10 She Wore a Yellow Ribbon
11 Shine On Harvest Moon, For Me and My Gal
12 Let The Rest Of The World Go By
13 Don't Fence Me In
14 Pretty Baby/Be My Little Baby Bumble Bee
15 I'll Be With You in Apple Blossom Time
16 My Gal Sal/Cuddle Up A Little Closer
17 Red River Valley
18 Sweet Violets
19 Till We Meet Again
20 When Irish Eyes Are Smiling/My Wild irish Rose
21 I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now
22 I Love You Truly
23 That Old Gang of Mine
24 Bell Bottom Trousers + Be Kind To Your Web-footed Friends
25 If You Were the Only Girl
26 Moonlight and Roses
27 There's a Long, Long Trail
28 I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen
29 Carolina in the Morning
30 In The Evening By The Moonlight
31 Sweet Adelaide/Let Me Call You Sweetheart
32 You Tell Me Your Dreams, I'll Tell You Mine
33 Wiffenpoof Song (Baa!Baa!Baa!)
34 SchoolDays/Sweet Rosie O'Grady/The Sidewalks Of New York
35 In a Shanty in Old Shanty Town
36 Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair
37 When You Were Sweet Sixteen / Silver Threads Among the Gold
38 There Is A Tavern In The Town/Show Me The Way to Go Home
39 Good Night Sweetheart
40 In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree / In the Good Old Summertime
41 I've Got Sixpence/ I've Been Working On The Railroad/ That's Where The Money Goes
42 My Buddy
43 When Johnny Comes Marching Home
44 Tip-Toe Through the Tulips With Me
45 Goodnight Ladies/Home Sweet Home
46 Home On the Range
47 On Top Of Old Smoky
48 Hinky Dinky Parlez-Vouz/She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain
49 My Bonnie
50 Peg O' My Heart / Peggy O'Neil
51 When The Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobin' Along
52 I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover
53 Camptown Races/Oh Susannah
54 Sweet and Low / All Through the Night
55 Good Night Irene
56 When Day Is Done
57 My Darling Clementine
58 Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly
59 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
60 Silent Night
61 It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
62 Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
63 Joy to the World
64 We Three Kings of Orient Are
65 What Child Is This
66 The First Noel
67 O Come, All Ye Faithful (Adeste Fideles)
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