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Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run,
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye
From "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye", the early 19th Century Irish song that most Americans will recognize as the basis for Patrick Gilmore's more cheerful, triumphant, 1863 song, "When Johnny Comes Marching Home"
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Hurroo! hurroo!
You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,
Hurroo! hurroo!
You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,
You’re an eyeless, noseless, chickenless egg,
You’ll have to be put with a bowl to beg:
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!"
Yeah, that one's a wowser.