WHILE going the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo! hurroo! While going the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo! hurroo! While going the road to sweet Athy, A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye, A doleful damsel I heard cry: “Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
“With drums and guns, and guns and drums, The enemy nearly slew ye; My darling dear, you look so queer, Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!