Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Concorde?
Looks like Handsome Johnny with his musket in his hand,
Marching to the Concorde war, hey marching to the 
Concorde war.
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Gettysburg?
Looks like Handsome Johnny with his flintlock in his 
hand,
Marching to the Gettysburg war, hey marching to the 
Gettysburg war.

Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Dunkirk?
Looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand,
Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey marching to the 
Dunkirk war.

Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Korea?
Looks like Handsome Johnny with his M1 in his hand,
Marching to the Korean war, hey marching to the Korean 
war.

It's a long hard road, it's a long hard road,
It's a long hard road, before we'll be free, before 
we'll be free. yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Birmingham?
Looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a 
fist,
Marching to the Birmingham war, hey marching to the 
Birmingham war.

Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Vietnam?
Looks like Handsome Johnny with his M15,
Marching to the Vietnam war, hey marching to the 
Vietnam war.

Hey, what's the use of singing this song, some of you 
are not even listening.
Tell me what it is we've got to do: wait for our fields 
to start glistening,
Wait for the bullets to start whistling.
Here comes a hydrogen bomb, here comes a guided 
missile,
Here comes a hydrogen bomb: I can almost hear its 
whistle.