Here I sit on Buttermilk HillWho can blame me, cryin' my fillAnd ev'ry 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'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel,Likewise I'll sell my spinning wheel,And buy my love a sword of steel,Johnny has gone for a soldier.I'll dye my dress, I'll dye it red,And through the streets I'll beg for bread,For the lad that I love from me has fled,Johnny has gone for a soldier...