Salonika
TradOh, me husband’s in Salonika
And I wonder if he’s dead
And I wonder if he knows he has
A kid with a foxy head
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
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
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
And when the war is over
What will the soldiers do
They’ll be walking around with a leg and a half
And the slackers they’ll have two
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
And they taxed the pound of butter
And they taxed the ha’penny bun
And still with all their taxin’
They can’t bate the bloody Hun
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
They taxed the Colosseum
And they taxed St Mary’s Hall
Why don’t they tax the Bobbies
With their backs against the wall
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
When the war is over
What will the slackers do
For every kid in America
In Cork there will be two
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
They takes us out to Blarney
And they lays us on the grass
They puts us in the family way
And they leaves us on our ass
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
There’s lino in the parlour
And in the kitchen too
And a lovely glass back chiffonier
We got from Dickie Drew
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
Oh, never marry a soldier
A sailor or a marine
But keep your eye on the Sinn Féin fan
With his yellow, white and green
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away me soldier boy
So right away Salonika
Rght away me soldier boy