All is written on purpose, it was Easter and a few of us we gather at a bar where they sang folk music, smoked some weed, and took the music to the street. I was dating one of the singers, with a six pack and bit of encouragement we all went to inprumptu party outside in a park, first time I heard this song, after which I wrote the poem you just read. Cruel War


The cruel war is raging, Johnny has to fight.
I long to be with him from morning till night.
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so
Won't you let me come with you? No, my love, no.

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
That your captain will call you and you must obey
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
Won't you let me come with you? No, my love, no.

I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on.
I'll pass for [as] your comrade as we march along.
I'll pass for [as] your comrade, no one will ever know
Won't you let me come with you? No, my love, no.

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I feel [fear] you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better than words can e'er express
Won't you let me come with you? Yes, my love, yes.

They marched into battle, she never left his side
'Til a bullet shell struck her and love was denied.
A bullet shell struck her, tears came to Johnny's eyes
As he knelt down beside her, she silently died.

more: Picture, he wept, first time he fell, and the first is love, no greater gift than to lay down your life

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