Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Here I sit and cry my fill
And my tears could turn a mill
Johnny has gone for a soldier

Siul siul siul a gra
Me, oh my, I loved him so
But only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
To buy my love a sword and shield
But now he lays murdered on the field
Johnny has gone for a soldier
Siul siul siul a gra
Me, oh my, I love him so
But only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier

Siul siul siul a gra
Me, oh my, I love him so
But only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier