Waiting, waiting
For the Redcoats to come
But all I hear
In my frozen ear is
Ten thousand drums
Ten thousand drums
Johnny, Johnny
Don't be afraid
We can whip those Redcoats
Setting in the shade
Setting in the shade
We've got the best of all the rest
In General Washington
And when we meet those Redcoats
Watch those Redcoats run
Blowing down their drums
Blowing down their drums
Listen, listen
Johnny, better get your gun
Cause we ain't wooden soldiers
Behind ten thousand drums
Behind ten thousand drums
Running, running
Johnny, watch them run
We finally whipped those Redcoats
Finally stopped those drums
We stopped ten thousand drums
We're the best of all the rest
Us Yankee son of a gun
We can tell our Mammy
How we made them run
Blowing down their drums
Blowing down their drums
We're the best of all the rest
Us Yankee son of a gun
We can tell our Mammy
How we made them run
Blowing down their drums
Blowing down their drums
Ten thousand drums
