Don't stop a moment to think John,
your country calls then go;
Don't think of me or the children John,
I'll care for them you know
Leave the corn upon the stalks John,
potatoes on the hill
and the pumpkins on the vines John I'll gather them at will
Don't stop a moment to think John,
your country calls then go;
Don't think of me or the children John,
I'll care for them you know.
Leave the corn upon the stalks John,
potatoes on the hill
and the pumpkins on the vines John
I'll gather them at will
But take your gun and go John,
take your gun and go,
for Ruth can drive the oxen John
and I can use the hoe
I've heard my grandsire tell John,
(he fought at Bunker Hill)
how he counted all his life and wealth
his country's offering still
Shall we shame the brave old blood John,
that flowed on Monmouth Plain?
No! Take your gun and go John
if you ne'er return again
Then take your gun and go
yes take your gun and go,
for Ruth can drive the oxen John
and I can use the hoe
Our army's short of blankets John,
then take this heavy pair;
I spun and wove them when a girl,
and worked them with great care
There's a rose in every corner John,
and there's my name you see;
on the cold ground they'll warmer feel
that they were made by me
Then take your gun and go John,
take your gun and go,
for Ruth can drive the oxen John
and I can use the hoe
And if it be god's will John
you're ne'er come back again,
I'll do my best for the children John,
in sorrow, want and pain
In winter nights I'll teach them all
that I've learned at school,
to love the country, keep the laws
and obey the saviours rule
Then take your gun and go John
take your gun and go,
for Ruth can drive the oxen John
and I can use the hoe
And in the village church John,
and at our humble board we'll pray
that God will keep you John
and heavenly I'd afford;
And all who love their country's cause
will love and bless you too,
and nights and mornings they will pray
for freedom and for you
Then take your gun and go John
take your gun and go,
for Ruth can drive the oxen John
and I can use the hoe
And now goodbye to you John
I cannot say farewell;
we'll hope and pray for the best John;
god's goodness none can tell
Be his great arm around you John
to guard you night and day;
Be our beloved country's shield
till the war has passed away
Then take your gun and go John
take your gun and go,
for Ruth can drive the oxen John
and I can use the hoe
Take your gun and go John
take your gun and go,
for Ruth can drive the oxen John
and I can use the hoe

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