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JOHNNY, I HARDLY KNEW YOU

With your drums and guns and guns and
  drums, Huroo, huroo, 
With your drums and guns and guns and
  drums, Huroo, huroo, 
With your drums and guns and
  drums, 
The enemy nearly slew you
My darlin' dear, you look so queer
Johnny, I hardly knew you.

Where are your legs that used to run?
Huroo, huroo,
Where are your legs that used to run?
Huroo, huroo,
Where are your legs that used to run?
A'fore you went for to carry a gun;
I fear your dancin' days are done,
Johnny, I hardly knew you,

Where are your eyes that used to
  smile?  Huroo, huroo,
Where are your eyes that used to
  smile?  Huroo, huroo. 
Where are your eyes that used to
  smile?
And did my heart so beguile?
Why did you run from me and my child?
Johnny, I hardly knew you.

I'm happy for to see you home,
Huroo, huroo.
I'm happy for to see you home,
Huroo, huroo.
I'm happy for to see you home,
My darlin' dear, you look so
  wan
So weak in flesh, so strong in bone,
Johnny, I hardly knew you.

They're rolling out the drums again,
Huroo, huroo.
They're rolling out the drums again,
Huroo, huroo.
They're rolling out the drums again,
But they will not take our sons again
They will not take our sons again.
Johnny, we're pledging to you.
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CHRISTIANS AT WAR
  (Tune: Onward, Christian Soldiers)

Onward, Christian soldiers! Duty's
  way is plain;
Slay your Christian neighbors, or by
  them be slain.
Pulpiteers are spouting effervescent
  swill,
God above is calling you to rob and
  rape and kill,
All your acts are sanctified by the
  Lamb on high;
If you love the Holy Ghost, go murder,
  pray and die.

Onward, Christian soldiers, rip and
  tear and smite!
Let the gentle Jesus bless your
  dynamite,
Splinter skulls, with shrapnel,
  fertilize the sod;
Folks who do not speak your tongue
  deserve the curse of God.
Smash the doors of every home, pretty
  maidens seize;
Use your might and sacred right to
  treat them as you please.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Eat and
  drink your fill;
Rob with bloody fingers, Christ OK's
  the bill.
Steal the farmer's savings, take their
  grain and meat;
Even though the children starve, the
  Saviour's bums must eat.
Burn the peasant's cottages, orphans
  leave bereft;
In Jehovah's holy name, wreak ruin
  right and left.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Drench
  the land with gore;
Mercy is a weakness that all the gods
  abhor.
Bayonet the babies, jab the mothers,
  too;
Hoist the cross of Calvary to hallow
  all you do.
File your bullets' noses flat, poison
  every well;
God decrees your enemies must all go
  plumb to hell.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Blighting all you meet,
Trampling human freedom under pious feet,
Praise the Lord whose dollar sign dupes his favored race!
Make the foreign trash respect your bullion brand of grace.
Trust in mock salvation, serve as pirates' tools;
History will say of you: "That pack of G... d... fools."

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