THE KERRY RECRUT
About five years ago I was digging the land
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand
The sergeant came up and he asked me to list
Says I reet o sarg stick a bob in me fist.
He says heres a shilling and I've got no more
And when we get to camp you'll be quartered for sure
Well sergeant says I well you know its a lie
You don't want to be quartered and neither do I
Well the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
With a strap of white leather to tie round me throat
They gave me a queer thing I asked them what's that
They told me it was a cockade for me hat
Well the next thing they gave me they called it a gun
With a place for my finger and one for my thumb
Well first she spat fire and then she spat smoke
And she gave a great whelp and me shoulder near broke
Well the next thing they gave me they called it an 'orse
With a leg on each corner some two feet across
I lifted my boot and I gave her the steel
And the bugger got up and she showed my her heel
The first place they took us was down to the quay
All aboard of a big ship bound for the Crimea
Thee sticks in the middle all bound up with sheets
And she walks on the water with out any feet
The general comes up he's a man of great fame
He asks me my country so I telled him my name
I've telled him before and I'll tell him again
Me father and mother are two Kerry men
Well me five years are up and I'm glad its not ten
I'll go back to Trallee and dig praties again
I'll put on me brogues and shake hands with me spade
I recon this fightings a bloody bad trade