The guns have fallen silent no blood on the ground.
Attend to the injured their wounds have been bound.
Many a widow have tendered the graves.
Don't take me back to Antietam again.

Chorus 
So cry out poor Johnny for mother to come.
Then beg the lord for his mercy.
Lay down your musket and try not cry
Now drink ye some water for  your thirsty

Bridge

I'll canter the blue roan along valleys and tracks.
I'll ride among willows and never look back.
Not march to the drum beat with dead all around.
Don't take me back to  .

So cry out poor Johnny for mother to come.
Then beg the lord for his mercy.
Lay down your musket and try not cry
Now drink ye some water for  your thirsty
Now drink ye some water for  your thirsty

Antietam

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