September 23, 2008

When Johnny Comes Marching Home

Illustration of a Zouave company on Civil War era broadside of “When Johnny Comes Marching Home”.

Zouave

The original lyrics as written by Gilmore, are:

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When Johnny comes marching home again

Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll give him a hearty welcome then

Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out

And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

 

The old church bell will peal with joy

Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,

Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,

And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

 

Get ready for the Jubilee,

Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll give the hero three times three,

Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow

And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

 

Let love and friendship on that day,

Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest pleasures then display,

Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,

And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

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America the Beautiful


‘America the Beautiful’
U.S Marine Band, ca. 1953
O beautiful, for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.
O beautiful, for pilgrim feet
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw;
Confirm thy soul in self control, thy liberty in law!
O beautiful, for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine,
Til all success be nobleness, and ev’ry gain divine!
O beautiful, for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!

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