Butternut Hill

Sad, I sit on Butternut Hill,
Who could blame me cry my fill ?
And every tear would turn a mill,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Me, oh my, I loved him so,
Broke my heart to see him go;
And only time will heal my woe,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I'd sell my clock, I'd sell my reel,
Likewise I'd sell my spinning wheel;
To buy my love a sword of steel,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.