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T:Recruiting Sergeant, The
R:song
H:Also slide#74
D:Pogues
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W:As I was walking down the street a-feeling fine and larky oh,
W:a recruiting sergeant came up to me, says you'd look fine in khaki oh.
W:For the king he is in need of men, come read this proclamation oh.
W:A life for you in Flanders then, would be a fine vacation oh.
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W:That may be so, says I to him, but tell me sergeant dearie oh.
W:If I had a pack stuck upon me back, would I look fine and cheerie oh?
W:For they'd have you train and drill until they had you one of Frenchies oh.
W:It may be warm in Flanders, but it's draughty in the trenches oh!
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W:The sergeant smiled and winked his eye, his smile was most provoking oh.
W:He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, says he, you're only joking oh!
W:For the sandbags are so warm and high, The wind you won't feel blowing oh!
W:I winked at a colleen passing by, says I, so what if it's snowing oh?
W:
W:Come rain or hail or wind or snow, I'm not going out to Flanders oh!
W:There's fighting in Dublin to be done. Let your sergeants and your commanders go.
W:Let Englishmen fight English wars, It's nearly time they started oh!
W:I saluted the sergeant a very good night, and there and then we parted oh!