Classic Poem

In eighteen hundred and sixty-one, hurrah, hurrah,
That was when the war begun, hurrah, hurrah.
In eighteen hundred and sixty-two, both sides were falling to
And we'll all drink stone wine, when Johnny comes marching home.

In eighteen hundred and sixty-three, hurrah, hurrah,
Abe Lincoln set the darkies free, hurrah, hurrah;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-three, Old Abe set the darkies free,
And we'll all drink stone wine, when Johnny comes marching home.

In eighteen hundred and sixty-four, hurrah, hurrah,
Abe called for five hundred thousand more, hurrah;
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five, they talked rebellion — strife;
And we'll all drink stone wine, when Johnny comes marching home.