When I signed on I was sixteen Had to lie about my age Had me hair cut short already At the time `twas all the rage I heard so many stories About the crack in Mullingar And the glen ablow in Wicklow Keepin watch under the stars
I was bored, broke, oblivious So I joined the F.C.A.
I got fitted for the uniform One sunny summers night The trousers never fitted And the beret was`nt right But the boots were strong and powerful I still have them to this day Though the shine is long deserted They still keep out the rain
I was bored, broke, oblivious So I joined the F.C.A.
The tightest trousers Come from Tuam In Milltown they have No ballroom Oh I was so drunk and disorderly I don`t know what I did But I have the strangest feeling I owe Tom Wholihan 25 quid
I was bored, broke, oblivious So I joined the F.C.A.
The night before we left I met my favourite girl uptown I felt like I was leaving For some war on foreign ground We promised love, kissed goodbye Like we never did before For the cause of Mother Ireland She could`nt have dunmore
Copyright: Moran/Carton
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