my husband's in salonika and i wonder if he's dead
i wonder if he knows he has got a kid with a foxy head
what will the slackers do?
they'll be around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two
what will the soldiers do?
they'll walk around with a leg or two and the slackers they'll have two
what will the slackers do?
in cork there will be two
now they taxed their pound of butter and they taxend their ha'penny bun
and still with all their taxes they can't beat the bloody hun
and they taxed st. mary's hall
why don't they tax the bobbies wi' their backs against the wall?
for they takes us out to blarney and they lays us on the grass
puts us in the family way and leaves us on our ass
and never marry a soldier
keep your eyes on the irish boy