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Pogues

Genres: Rock

Medley Lyrics - Pogues

[recruiting sergeant] 

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As I was walking down the road 

A feeling fine and larky oh 

A recruiting sergeant came up to me 

Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh 

For the king he is in need of men 

Come read this proclamation oh 

A life in flanders for you then 

Would be a fine vacation oh 

 

That may be so says I to him 

But tell me sergeant dearie-oh 

If I had a pack stuck upon my back 

Would I look fine and cheerie oh 

For they'd have you train and drill until 

They had you one of the frenchies oh 

It may be warm in flanders 

But it's draughty in the trenches oh 

 

The sergeant smiled and winked his eye 

His smile was most provoking oh 

He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache 

Says he, I know you're only joking oh 

For the sandbags are so warm and high 

The wind you won't feel blowing oh 

Well I winked at a cailin passing by 

Says i, what if it's snowing oh 

 

Come rain or hail or wind or snow 

I'm not going out to flanders oh 

There's fighting in dublin to be done 

Let your sergeants and your commanders go 

Let englishmen fight english wars 

It's nearly time they started oh 

I saluted the sergeant a very good night 

And there and then we parted oh 

 

[the rocky road to dublin 

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(instrumental)] 

 

[galway races] 

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As I went down to galway town 

To seek for recreation 

On the seventeenth of august 

Me mind being elevated 

There were passengers assembled 

With their tickets at the station 

And me eyes began to dazzle 

And they off to see the races 

 

With me wack fol the do fol 

The diddle idle day 

 

There were passengers from limerick 

And passengers from nenagh 

The boys of connemara 

And the clare unmarried maiden 

There were people from cork city 

Who were loyal, true and faithful 

Who brought home the fenian prisoners 

From dying in foreign nations 

 

And it's there you'll see the pipers 

And the fiddlers competing 

And the sporting wheel of fortune 

And the four and twenty quarters 

And there's others without scruple 

Pelting wattles at poor maggie 

And her father well contented 

And he gazing at his daughter 

 

And it's there you'll see the jockeys 

And they mounted on so stably 

The pink, the blue, the orange, and green 

The colors of our nation 

The time it came for starting 

All the horses seemed impatient 

Their feet they hardly touched the ground 

The speed was so amazing! 

 

There was half a million people there 

Of all denominations 

The catholic, the protestant, the jew, the presbyterian 

Yet there was no animosity 

No matter what persuasion 

But failte hospitality 

Inducing fresh acquaintance 

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