Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
That your captain will call you and you must obey
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
Won't you let me come with you? No, my love, no.

I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on
I'll pass for your comrade as we march along
I'll pass for your comrade, no one will ever know
Won't you let me come with you? No, my love, no.

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I feel you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better than words can e'er express
Won't you let me come with you? Yes, my love, yes.