He was just fifteen, he was a new trainee   He lied about it for the opportunity   To defend the border his life was sworn   Though not a generation was native born      Johnee Jingo   Johnee Jingo      He had lost the battle but won the war   When the generals said he couldn't fight no more   He was proud and bitter at what he'd done   So he passed it off to his favorite son      Johnee Jingo   Johnee Jingo   Jingo don't you fight for me   Jingo don't you speak for me      To the man who owns the land   We're all the same   But when his grip begins to slip   Then he'll be calling out your name   Johnee Jingo      And the throne, the pulpit, and the politician   Create a thirst for power in the common man   It's a taste for blood passed off as bravery   Or just patriotism hiding bigotry