Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank Don’t you wish that you were fishin Some for North; some for South Back in your old home town
Oh, Virginia is your home, Johnny Reb And your home is old New England, Billy Yank From the South and from the North You will meet as you go forth Just two kids who went and joined the private ranks
Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank Don’t you wish that you were fishin Some for North; some for South Back in your old home town
Over meadows, swamp and woods they would go ‘Til one day they met beside a river deep They were tired and they were hot And before they fired a shot They both fell into a hole and fell asleep
Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank Don’t you wish that you were fishin Some for North; some for South Back in your old home town
Time and time again they met sure as day As they brushed each other they would wink and smile Then those friendly enemies Raised their rifles if you please And they’d fire and miss each other by a mile
Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank Don’t you wish that you were fishin Some for North; some for South Back in your old home town
Tell me Billy have you had your first shave Have you ever felt some stubble on your chin. Somethin’s growin on my lip Only one but it’s a pip So I guess my shavin days will soon begin
Oh, Johnny Reb and Billy Yank Don’t you wish that you were fishin Some for North; some for South Back in your old home townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
