| lyric | Me husband's in Saloniki, I wonder if he's dead.
I wonder if he knows
he has a kid with a foxy head.
Chorus:
So right away, Right away Right away to Saloniki,
Right away me soldier boy.
Now when the war is over what will the slackers do ?
They'll be all around the soldiers
for the loan of a bob or two
Now when the war is over what will the soldiers do?
They'll be walking around on a leg
and a half and the slackers they'll have two.
They taxed our pound of butter, they taxed our half penny bun
But still with all their taxes,
they can't bate the bloody Hun.
They taxed the Coliseum, they taxed St. Mary's Hall
Why don't they tax the Bobbies
with their backs against the wall.
Now when the war is over what will the slackers do
For every kid in America in Cork there will be two.
They take us out to Blarney and lays us on the grass
They puts us in the family way and leaves us on our ass.
There's lino on the Parlour and in the kitchen too
There‘s a glass back chevonier
that we got from Dicky Glue.
Now never marry a soldier, a sailor or a marine
Now keep you eyes on the Sinn Féin Boy
with his yellow, white and green. |