When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada
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He's coming by bus or underground, hurah tada
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The world no doubt will shed a tear
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To see his face so beaten in fear
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And it's just around the corner
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In the English civil war
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Still at the stage of clubs and fists, hurah tada
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When that well known face got beaten to bits, hurah tada
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Your face was blue in the light of the screen
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As we watched the speech of an animal scream
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The new party army was marching
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Right over our heads
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There you are, ha ha, I told you so, hurah tada
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Says everybody that we know, hurah tada
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But who hid the radio under the stairs
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And who got caught out on their unawares
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When that new party army
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Came marching right up the stairs
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When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada
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Nobody understands this can happen again, hurah tada
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The sun is shining and the kids are shouting loud
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But you've got to know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
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And the shadows keep on falling
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When Johnny comes marching home
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All the girls go oh
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Get his coffin ready
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'Cause Johnny's coming home
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English Civil War
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| The Levellers |
