Pogues - Medley Lyrics
[recruiting sergeant]-----------------------------------As i was walking down the roadA feeling fine and larky ohA recruiting sergeant came up to meSays he, you'd look fine in khaki ohFor the king he is in need of menCome read this proclamation ohA life in flanders for you thenWould be a fine vacation ohThat may be so says i to himBut tell me sergeant dearie-ohIf i had a pack stuck upon my backWould i look fine and cheerie ohFor they'd have you train and drill untilThey had you one of the frenchies ohIt may be warm in flandersBut it's draughty in the trenches ohThe sergeant smiled and winked his eyeHis smile was most provoking ohHe twiddled and twirled his wee mustacheSays he, i know you're only joking ohFor the sandbags are so warm and highThe wind you won't feel blowing ohWell i winked at a cailin passing bySays i, what if it's snowing ohCome rain or hail or wind or snowI'm not going out to flanders ohThere's fighting in dublin to be doneLet your sergeants and your commanders goLet englishmen fight english warsIt's nearly time they started ohI saluted the sergeant a very good nightAnd there and then we parted oh[the rocky road to dublin------------------------------------------(instrumental)][galway races]----------------------------------As i went down to galway townTo seek for recreationOn the seventeenth of augustMe mind being elevatedThere were passengers assembledWith their tickets at the stationAnd me eyes began to dazzleAnd they off to see the racesWith me wack fol the do folThe diddle idle dayThere were passengers from limerickAnd passengers from nenaghThe boys of connemaraAnd the clare unmarried maidenThere were people from cork cityWho were loyal, true and faithfulWho brought home the fenian prisonersFrom dying in foreign nationsAnd it's there you'll see the pipersAnd the fiddlers competingAnd the sporting wheel of fortuneAnd the four and twenty quartersAnd there's others without scruplePelting wattles at poor maggieAnd her father well contentedAnd he gazing at his daughterAnd it's there you'll see the jockeysAnd they mounted on so stablyThe pink, the blue, the orange, and greenThe colors of our nationThe time it came for startingAll the horses seemed impatientTheir feet they hardly touched the groundThe speed was so amazing!There was half a million people thereOf all denominationsThe catholic, the protestant, the jew, the presbyterianYet there was no animosityNo matter what persuasionBut failte hospitalityInducing fresh acquaintance
