When Johnny comes marching home again, hooray, hooray.
We'll give him a hardy welcome then, hooray, hooray.
All the men will cheer, and the boys will shout,
the ladies they will all turn out.
And we'll all feel gay when Johny comes marching home.
Strike up the band, let the bells ring out.
Strike up the band, let people shout.
And every mothers son of you, that means you and you and you and you...Harry!