Waiting, waiting for the red coats to come
When all I can here in my frozen ear
Is ten thousand drums, ten thousand drums
Johnny, Johnny don’t be afraid
We can whip those red coats
Sitting in the shade, sitting in the shade
We’ve got the best in all the rest in General Washington
And when we meet those red coats, watch those red coats run
Throwing down their drum, throwing down their drum
Listen, listen Johnny better get your gun
Cause we ain’t putting soldiers
Behind ten thousand drums, behind ten thousand drums
Running, running Johnny watch them run
We finally whipped that red coat
Finally stopped those drums, we stopped ten thousand drums
We’re the best of all the rest, us Yankee son of a guns
We can tell our mammy how we made them run
Throwing down their drum, throwing down their drum
We’re the best of all the rest, us Yankee son of a guns
We can tell our mammy how we made them run
Throwing down their drum, throwing down their drum
Ten thousand drums
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