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| Versione cantata da Robin Hall e Jimmie McGregor |
| THE RECRUITING SERGEANT | THE RECRUITING SERGEANT |
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| As I was going down the road, | As I was walking down the street |
| feeling fine and larky O, | I was feeling light and larky O |
| A recruiting sergeant says to me, | When a recruiting sergeant says to me, |
| “Now you'd look fine in khaki O. | “You'd look fine in khaki O. |
| The King he is in need of men, | For the King he is in need of men, |
| come read his proclamation O. | come read this proclamation O. |
| A life in Flanders for you | And it's a life in Flanders for you then, |
| then would be a fine vacation O.” | 't will be a lovely vacation O.” |
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| “That may be so,” says I to him, | So I looked the the sergeant then says I, |
| “but tell me sergeant dearie O, | “Please tell me sergeant dearie O, |
| If I had a pack stuck upon me back, | If I had a pack stuck upon me back |
| do you think I'd look fine and cheery O? | would I look bright and cheerie O? |
| You'd make me train and drill until | For you'd make me drill and train until |
| they had me one of French's O. | you'd had me like the Frenchies O, |
| It may be warm in Flanders | Oh it may be warm in Flanders |
| but it's draughty in the trenches O.” | but it's draughty in the trenches O.” |
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| The sergeant smiled and winked his eye, | Then the sergeant raised his little cane |
| his smile was most provoking O. | and his smile was most provoking O, |
| He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, | And he twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, |
| says he, “You're only joking O! | says he, “Surely you're joking O! |
| For the sandbags are so warm and high, | For the sandbags they are lovely and high |
| the wind you won't feel blowing O.” | and the wind you'd never feel blowing O.” |
| Well I winked at a cailin passing by, | But I winked at a cailin passing by, |
| says I, “What if it's snowing O? | says I, “What if it's snowing O? |
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| Come rain or hail or wind or snow, | “O come wind, come rain, come hail, |
| we're not going out to Flanders O. | come snow, we're not going out to Flanders O, |
| There's fighting in Dublin to be done, | For there's fighting in Dublin to be done, |
| let your Sergeants and your Commanders go. | let your Captains and Commanders go. |
| Let Englishmen for England fight, | And let Englishmen for England fight |
| 'tis just about time they started O.” | and it's time that they get started O.” |
| I wished the Sergeant a very good night | And I gave that Sergeant a jolly good night |
| and there and then departed O. | and there and then we parted O. |
