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Oh me husband's in Salonika and I wonder if he's dead,
And I wonder if he knows he has a kid with a foxy head,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
When the war is over what will the slackers do
They'll be all around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
And when the war is over what will the soldiers do
They'll be walking around with a leg and a half, and the slackers they'll have two
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
And they taxed the pound of butter and they taxed the ha'penny bun
And still with all their taxin' they can't bate the bloody Huns,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
They taxed the Colosseum and they taxed St. Mary's Hall
Why don't they tax the Bobbies with their backs again' the wall
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
When the war is over what will the slackers do
For every kid in America, in Cork there will be two,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
They takes us out to blarney and they lays us on the grass
They puts us in the family way and they leaves us on our arse,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
There's no lino in the parlour and in the kitchen too
And there's a lovely glass back chiffonier we got from Dickie Drew
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
Oh, never marry a soldier, a sailor, or a marine
But keep your eye on that Sinn Fein boy with his yellow, white and green,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
Salonika was written by Traditional.