As I walked through the town one pleasant night in spring
I stood ‘neath the window to hear the girls sing,
“Oh where, and oh where has my highland laddie gone?
He’s gone, he’s gone as meek as any lamb.
They took him, yes, they took him to the Arms of Abraham.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
Where the troop was the finest that ever I did see
And the captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at
Johnny Schmoker, Johnny Schmoker
He sips beer, he sips beer
Rub-a-dub-dub, das ist my drum
Rub-a-dub-dub, das ist my drummel.
O I heard the drum beat and the music so sweet
But my eyes at that time caught a much greater treat
For gay and happy, gay and happy
We’ll be gay and happy still.
Glory, glory hallelujah, as we go marching on
O Sally come up, Sally come down, Sally come down to
Maryland, my Maryland. Maryland, my Maryland.
Hast thou no feeling, to see me kneeling
With no one to love, none to caress
Roaming alone in this world’s wilderness
How can I leave thee? How can I break apart
When sheepskin and beeswax make this awful plaster
The more you try to get it off
Few days, few days, What’s the use of sighing, I am going home.
For there is a happy land, far, far away
So hoist up the flag, and long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the
Girl I left behind me, the girl I left behind me.
A-men.
