There I sat on buttermilk hill, who could blame me cry my fill, and every tear would turn a mill.... johnny has gone for a solider.Broke my heart to see him go and only time will heal my woe...Johnny has gone for a solider. I'll sell my flax I'll sell my wheel buy ,my love a sword of steel and it in battle he may wield, Johnny has gone for a solider. There on Buttermilk hill who could blame me cry my fill and every tear would turn a mill, johnny has gone for a solider
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