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.