When Jonny comes marching home again,
hurrah, hurrah.
When Jonny comes marching home again,
hurrah, hurrah.
They all will cheer and they all will shout,
the ladies they will all turn out
and we’ll all feel gay when Jonny comes marching home.

You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg,
a-roo, a-roo.
You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg,
a-roo, a-roo.
You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg,
they sent you home with a wooden peg
and we’ll all feel gay when Jonny comes marching home.

The Captain had lost his bowels last month,
oo-rah, oo-rah.
The Captain had lost his bowels last month,
oo-rah, oo-rah.
he lost all his bowels as he called a charge.
He faced all their cannons both small and large,
but we’ll still seem gay when Jonny comes marching home.

Your brother was he that you fought at last,
a-roo, a-roo.
Your brother was he that you fought at last,
a-roo, a-roo.
Your brother was he who you fought at last,
you tore through his heart with a musket blast,
yet they’ll still be gay when Jonny comes marching home.

Your brother had fought for the north and died,
hurrah, hurrah.
Your brother had fought for the north and died,
hurrah, hurrah.
Your brother had fought for the north and died,
when told that you killed him your mother cried,
but she’ll still be gay when Jonny comes marching home.