Whilst We Fight This Heroic War...

It might be good to remember that not everybody enjoys the combat as much as the President and his warhawks seem to. Heres the original of the rousing Revolutionary War marching song that the President seems to be marching to. With, of course, God On His Side...

"With a peculiarly American style of optimism, the tune of Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye was played at a quicker tempo, and the words changed to portray the homecoming that every soldier and his loved ones would like to experience: When Johnny Comes Marching home Again, hale, hearty, and victorious, honored by the entire population of his hometown. Ah, if only 'twere always so!" Quoted from:

Songbook

You can listen to the tune here

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye,
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer,
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled,
Why did ye run from me and the child?
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun?
Indeed your dancing days are done,
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon,
So low in flesh, so high in bone,
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're a helpless shell of a man on a peg,
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg,
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again,
No they never will take our sons again,
Johnny I'm swearing to ye.