Medley Lyrics

Medley lyrics

[recruiting sergeant]

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As I was walking down the road

A feeling fine and larky oh

A
recruiting sergeant came up to me

Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh

For the king he is in need of men

Come read this proclamation oh

A life in flanders for you then

Would be a fine vacation oh



That may be so says I to him

But tell me sergeant dearie-oh

If I
had a pack stuck upon my back

Would I look fine and cheerie oh

For
they'd have you train and drill until

They had you one of the frenchies
oh

It may be warm in flanders

But it's draughty in the trenches
oh



The sergeant smiled and winked his eye

His smile was most
provoking oh

He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache

Says he, I
know you're only joking oh

For the sandbags are so warm and high

The wind you won't feel blowing oh

Well I winked at a cailin passing
by

Says i, what if it's snowing oh



Come rain or hail or wind
or snow

I'm not going out to flanders oh

There's fighting in dublin
to be done

Let your sergeants and your commanders go

Let englishmen
fight english wars

It's nearly time they started oh

I saluted the
sergeant a very good night

And there and then we parted oh







[the rocky road to dublin

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(instrumental)]







[galway races]

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As I went down to galway
town

To seek for recreation

On the seventeenth of august

Me
mind being elevated

There were passengers assembled

With their
tickets at the station

And me eyes began to dazzle

And they off to
see the races



With me wack fol the do fol

The diddle idle
day



There were passengers from limerick

And passengers from
nenagh

The boys of connemara

And the clare unmarried maiden

There were people from cork city

Who were loyal, true and faithful

Who brought home the fenian prisoners

From dying in foreign nations



And it's there you'll see the pipers

And the fiddlers
competing

And the sporting wheel of fortune

And the four and twenty
quarters

And there's others without scruple

Pelting wattles at poor
maggie

And her father well contented

And he gazing at his
daughter



And it's there you'll see the jockeys

And they
mounted on so stably

The pink, the blue, the orange, and green

The
colors of our nation

The time it came for starting

All the horses
seemed impatient

Their feet they hardly touched the ground

The
speed was so amazing!



There was half a million people there

Of all denominations

The catholic, the protestant, the jew, the
presbyterian

Yet there was no animosity

No matter what
persuasion

But failte hospitality

Inducing fresh acquaintance