When on the road to sweet Athy, (Hurroo! Hurroo!) A stick in the hand, a drop in the eye, A doleful damsel I heard cry: “Johnny, I hardly knew ya!†“Where are the eyes that looked so mild? (Hurroo! Hurroo!) When my poor heart you first beguiled? Why did you run from me and the child? Johnny, I hardly knew ya!†“We had guns and drums and drums and guns. (Hurroo! Hurroo!) The enemy never slew ya, Johnny, I hardly knew ya!†“Where are the legs with which you run? (Hurroo! Hurroo!) When first you went to carry a gun? Indeed, your dancing days are done! Johnny, I hardly knew ya!†“You hadn’t an arm, you hadn’t a leg, (Hurroo! Hurroo!) You’re a spinless, boneless, chickenless egg; You’ll have to be put with the bowl to beg: Johnny, I hardly knew ya!†“I’m happy for to see ya home, (Hurroo! Hurroo!) From the Isle of Ceylon.†“Johnny, I hardly knew ya!â€