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Salonika

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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!


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