Traditional / Americká lidová |
Butternut Hill |
Sad, I sit on Butternut Hill, Who could blame me cry my fill ? And every tear would turn a mill, Johnny has gone for a soldier. Me, oh my, I loved him so, Broke my heart to see him go; And only time will heal my woe, Johnny has gone for a soldier. I'd sell my clock, I'd sell my reel, Likewise I'd sell my spinning wheel; To buy my love a sword of steel, Johnny has gone for a soldier. |
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