キー: Eb major
Verse 1
I was digging the land
With my brogs on my feet
what a pity to see
Such a fine strapping lad
footin' turf in Tralee
With me toorin' and aah,
And I buttered my brogs
and shook hands with my spade
And away to the fair
he asked me to list
For a sergeant to crop
with the bob in my fist
With me toor -in -a -na,
And the first thing they gave me,
it was a red coat
With a strap of fine leather
I asked what was that,
And they told me it was
a cockade for me hat,
With me toor -in -a -na,
-a -na.
And the next thing they gave me
they called it a gun
With powder and shot
and then she spit smoke
And she gave me poor shoulder
a hell of a stroke
With me too, na -na -na
And then they marched us all
down to the sea,
And aboard of a warship
all covered with sheets,
And she'd walk on the water
without any feet,
With me to Urena -na,
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With me to Urena -na, Urena -na.
And when at Ballyclav
we landed quite sound,
We were called wet and hungry,
And we got a hot breakfast
of powder and ball,
With me too, dee -na -na,
And twas often, I thought,
on my mother at home,
I did let them pass,
I got down in the ditch,
for fear I'd be shat,
With me too, na -na -na,
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