Текст песни Buttermilk Hill

Here I sit on Buttermilk hill

Who can play me, cry my fill

And every tear and turn of milk

Johnny is gone for a soldier

I sold my rock, I sold my reel

I even sold my spinning wheel

To buy my love a sword of steel

Johnny is gone for a soldier
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Behold my, I loved him so

Broke my heart to see him go

And only time can heal my wound

Johnny is gone for a soldier

Here I sit on Buttermilk hill

Who can play me, cry my fill

And every tear and turn of milk

Johnny is gone for a soldier