POGUES - Medley lyrics
rate me[recruiting sergeant]<br>-----------------------------------<br><br>As I was walking down the road<br>A feeling fine and larky oh<br>A recruiting sergeant came up to me<br>Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh<br>For the king he is in need of men<br>Come read this proclamation oh<br>A life in flanders for you then<br>Would be a fine vacation oh<br><br>That may be so says I to him<br>But tell me sergeant dearie-oh<br>If I had a pack stuck upon my back<br>Would I look fine and cheerie oh<br>For they'd have you train and drill until<br>They had you one of the frenchies oh<br>It may be warm in flanders<br>But it's draughty in the trenches oh<br><br>The sergeant smiled and winked his eye<br>His smile was most provoking oh<br>He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache<br>Says he, I know you're only joking oh<br>For the sandbags are so warm and high<br>The wind you won't feel blowing oh<br>Well I winked at a cailin passing by<br>Says i, what if it's snowing oh<br><br>Come rain or hail or wind or snow<br>I'm not going out to flanders oh<br>There's fighting in dublin to be done<br>Let your sergeants and your commanders go<br>Let englishmen fight english wars<br>It's nearly time they started oh<br>I saluted the sergeant a very good night<br>And there and then we parted oh<br><br><br>[the rocky road to dublin<br>------------------------------------------<br><br>(instrumental)]<br><br><br>[galway races]<br>----------------------------------<br><br>As I went down to galway town<br>To seek for recreation<br>On the seventeenth of august<br>Me mind being elevated<br>There were passengers assembled<br>With their tickets at the station<br>And me eyes began to dazzle<br>And they off to see the races<br><br>With me wack fol the do fol<br>The diddle idle day<br><br>There were passengers from limerick<br>And passengers from nenagh<br>The boys of connemara<br>And the clare unmarried maiden<br>There were people from cork city<br>Who were loyal, true and faithful<br>Who brought home the fenian prisoners<br>From dying in foreign nations<br><br>And it's there you'll see the pipers<br>And the fiddlers competing<br>And the sporting wheel of fortune<br>And the four and twenty quarters<br>And there's others without scruple<br>Pelting wattles at poor maggie<br>And her father well contented<br>And he gazing at his daughter<br><br>And it's there you'll see the jockeys<br>And they mounted on so stably<br>The pink, the blue, the orange, and green<br>The colors of our nation<br>The time it came for starting<br>All the horses seemed impatient<br>Their feet they hardly touched the ground<br>The speed was so amazing!<br><br>There was half a million people there<br>Of all denominations<br>The catholic, the protestant, the jew, the presbyterian<br>Yet there was no animosity<br>No matter what persuasion<br>But failte hospitality<br>Inducing fresh acquaintance
