Salonika
anonimo
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SALONIKA Me husband's in Salonika, I wonder if he's dead I wonder if he knows he's got a kid with a foxy head So right away, so right away, So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy Now 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 Now when the war is over, what will the soldiers do They'll be walking around on 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 They taxed our pound of butter; they taxed our half-penny bun, But still with all their taxes they can't beat the bloody Hun So right away, so right away, So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy They taxed the Coliseum; 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 Now when the war is over, what will the slackers do For every kid in America in there will be two So right away, so right away, So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy Never marry a soldier, a sailor or a marine But marry a young Sinn Feinner with his orange, white and green So right away, so right away, So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy | SALONIKA Oh 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 to loan 'em 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 soldier's 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 They tax'd a pound of butter And they tax'd 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 tax'd the colloseum And they tax'd 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 Then they leaves us on our arse! So right away, so right away So right away Salonika Right away, me soldier boy There's no lino in the parlour And in the kitchen too. And a lovely glass-backed chiffonier That 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 And keep your eye on that Sinn Fein boy 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 Right away, me soldier boy! |