Recruiting Sergeant - Declan Hunt.lrc

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[00:00.691]And as I was walking down the lane, I was feeling fine and larky, oh,
[00:05.301]A recruiting sergeant says to me, “Wouldn't you'd look fine in khaki, oh.
[00:10.472]Oh, the King he is in need of men, come read my proclamation, oh.
[00:14.684]And a life in Flanders for you then would be a fine vacation, oh.”
[00:20.573]“Well, that maybe truth.” says I to him, “but tell me sergeant dearie, oh,
[00:24.953]If I had a pack stuck upon me back, would I'd look fine and cheery, oh?
[00:29.859]Oh, you'd make me drill and train until you had me one of French's, oh.
[00:34.016]It may be warm in Flanders but it's draughty in the trenches, oh.”
[00:38.674]Well, the sergeant swang a little came, his smile was most provoking, oh.
[00:42.562]He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, says he, “I hope you're joking, oh!
[00:47.213]For the sandbags are so high and dry, the wind you won't feel blowing, oh.”
[00:51.361]Well I winked at a collin passing by, says I, “What if it's snowing, oh?
[00:56.520]Well, come wind or rain or sleet or snow, we're not going out to Flanders, oh.
[01:00.954]For there's fighting in Dublin to be done, let your Privates and Commanders go.
[01:05.615]And let Englishmen fight English war,it's just nearly time they started, oh.”
[01:09.753]So I gave the Sergeant a jolly good night and there and then we parted, oh.
文本歌词
And as I was walking down the lane, I was feeling fine and larky, oh,
A recruiting sergeant says to me, “Wouldn't you'd look fine in khaki, oh.
Oh, the King he is in need of men, come read my proclamation, oh.
And a life in Flanders for you then would be a fine vacation, oh.”
“Well, that maybe truth.” says I to him, “but tell me sergeant dearie, oh,
If I had a pack stuck upon me back, would I'd look fine and cheery, oh?
Oh, you'd make me drill and train until you had me one of French's, oh.
It may be warm in Flanders but it's draughty in the trenches, oh.”
Well, the sergeant swang a little came, his smile was most provoking, oh.
He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, says he, “I hope you're joking, oh!
For the sandbags are so high and dry, the wind you won't feel blowing, oh.”
Well I winked at a collin passing by, says I, “What if it's snowing, oh?
Well, come wind or rain or sleet or snow, we're not going out to Flanders, oh.
For there's fighting in Dublin to be done, let your Privates and Commanders go.
And let Englishmen fight English war,it's just nearly time they started, oh.”
So I gave the Sergeant a jolly good night and there and then we parted, oh.