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Uploaded by on May 11, 2010

About four years ago, I was digging the land
with my brogues on my feet and my spade in my hand
says I to myself what a pity to see
Such a fine strapping lad footing turf in Tralee

So I buttoned my brogues and shook hands with my spade
and I went to the fair like a dashing young blade
When up comes the sergeant and asks me to 'list
"Arra, Sergeant, a gra, put the bob in my fist"

Well here is a shilling as Ive got no more
When you get to headquarters youll get half a score
And a quick strucking mean says the sergeant goodbye
Youd not wish to be quartered and neither would I

Now the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
with a wide strap of leather to tie round my throat
And the next thing they gave me, I asked what was that
and they told me it was a cockade for my hat

And the next thing they gave me, they called it a gun
with powder and ball and a place for my thumb
And first she spit fire lads and then she spit smoke
And they gave me old shoulder such a hell of a stroke

The next place they sent me was down to the sea
On board of a warship bound for the Crimea
Three sticks in the middle all rowled round with sheets
Faith, she walked thro' the water without any feet

When at Balaclava we landed quite sound
Cold, wet and hungry we lay on the ground
Next morning for action the bugle did call
And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball

We fought at the Alma, likewise Inkermann
but the Russians they whaled us at the Redan
In scaling the walls there myself lost my eye
and a big Russian bullet ran off with my thigh

It was there I lay bleeding, stretched on the cold ground
heads, legs and arms were scattered all around
Says I, if my man or my cleaveens were nigh
they'd bury me decent and raise a loud cry

They brought me the doctor, who soon staunched my blood
and he gave me an elegant leg made of wood
They gave me a medal and tenpence a day
contented with Sheela, I'll live on half-pay

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