John-nie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun, 
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run, 
Hear them call-ing you and me; ev-'ry son of lib-er-ty. 
Hur-ry right a-way, no de-lay, go to-day, 
Make your dad-dy glad, to have had such a lad. 
Tell your sweet-heart not to pine, to be proud her boy's in line. 
O-ver there, o-ver there, send the word, send the word o-ver there, 
That the yanks(boys) are com-ing, the yanks(boys) are com-ing, 
The  drums rum-tum-ming ev-'ry where 
So pre-pare, say a pray'r, send the word, send the word to be-ware, 
We'll be o-ver, we're com-ing o-ver 
And we won't come back till it's o-ver o-ver there
John-nie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun, 
John-nie show the hun, your're a son-of-a-gun, 
Hoist the flag and let her fly, like true he-roes do or die. 
Pack your lit-tle kit, show your grit, do your bit, 
Sol-diers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks, 
Make your moth-er proud  of you, and to lib-er-ty   be true. 
                                    
O-ver there, o-ver there, send the word, send the word o-ver there, 
That the yanks(boys) are com-ing, the yanks(boys) are com-ing, 
The  drums rum-tum-ming ev-'ry where 
So pre-pare, say a pray'r, send the word, send the word to be-ware, 
We'll be o-ver, we're com-ing o-ver 
And we won't come back till it's o-ver o-ver there