The Cruel War Is Raging
The [G]cruel war is
raging and [C]Johnny has to [D7]fight,
I [G]want to be [C]with
him from [D7]morning till [G]night.
I [G]want to be with
him, it [C]grieves my heart [D7]so,
Oh, [G]let me go [C]with
you; [D7]no, my love, [G]no.
I'd [G]go to your
captain, get [C]down upon my [D7]knees,
Ten [G]thousand gold
[C]guineas I would [D7]give
for your re-[G]lease;
Ten [G]thousand gold
guineas, it [C]grieves my heart [D7]so,
Won't you [G]let me
go [C]with you?-[D7]no,
my love, [G]no.
To-[G]morrow is
Sunday and [C]Monday is the [D7]day
Your [G]captain
calls [C]for you and [D7]you
must o-[G]bey;
Your [G]captain
calls for you, it [C]grieves my heart [D7]so,
Won't you [G]let me
go [C]with you?-[D7]no,
my love, [G]no.
Your [G]waist is too
slender, your [C]fingers (are) too [D7]small,
Your [G]cheeks are
too [C]rosy to [D7]face
the cannon [G]ball;
Your [G]cheeks are
too rosy, it [C]grieves my heart [D7]so,
Won't you [G]let me
go [C]with you? -[D7]no,
my love, [G]no.
[G]Johnny, oh
Johnny, I [C]think you are un-[D7]kind,
I [G]love you far [C]better
than [D7]all of man-[G]kind;
I [G]love you far
better than [C]tongue can ex-[D7]press,
Won't you [G]let me
go [C]with you?-[D7]yes,
my love, [G]yes.
I'll [G]comb back my
hair, men's [C]clothing I'll put [D7]on,
I'll [G]pass for
your [C]comrade as [D7]we
march a-[G]long;
I'll [G]pass for
your comrade and [C]none can ever [D7]guess,
Won't you [G]let me
go [C]with you?-[D7]yes,
my love, [G]yes.