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