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Here I sit on Buttermilk hillWho can play me, cry my fillAnd every tear and turn of milkJohnny is gone for a soldierBehold my, I loved him soBroke my heart to see him goAnd only time can heal my woundJohnny is gone for a soldierI sold my rock, I sold my reelI even sold my spinning wheelTo buy my love a sword of steelJohnny is gone for a soldierHere I sit on Buttermilk hillWho can play me, cry my fillAnd every tear and turn of milkJohnny is gone for a soldier From Letras Mania