The Corrie Folk Trio --- The Kerry Recruit

[@erraticToaster92]

Me father and mother were both Kerry men.

[@Synapse308]

I've been looking for this version for a long time now, so glad I found it!

[@dbpgh]

I just found it, I cant get enough of it now😆

[@Drewhelen]

Great. Years since I heard this one.

[@edward0988]

First time I've heard this, great song,

[@jamiecorrigan3241]

LEGENDS !!!

[@billegeto]

posted since two hours and only one rating? wish i could rate it a thousand times at once... you already know it, but i need to tell you again: you do a GREAT job, Linda!

[@swagrobloxgamer1531]

I've only heard the Dubliners version before. This is very different from that, but still great

[@sepiathesquirrelofmistmant1516]

Lyrics: At the age of nineteen, I was pickin' the land With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand. Well says I to myself, "What a pity to see Such a fine Kerry lad diggin' turf in Tralee." Chorus: With your Kerry-I-ah, Fal-da Da-lal-da, Kerry-I-ah, Fal-dal Da-lal-day. So I buttered me brogues and shook hands with me spade Dashed off to the fair like a gallant young blade. The sergeant comes up, says "Will you enlist?" "Sure, sergeant," says I, "Slip the bob in me fist". Chorus: There up comes the captain, and a man of great fame, Straightway he asks me my country and name; Well, I told you before I'll tell you again Me father and mother were both Kerry men. Chorus: Now the first thing they gave me, they called it a gun, And under the trigger I nestled me thumb. The gun it spat fire, and vomited smoke And it gave a great leap and me shoulder near broke. Chorus: Now the first place they took me was down by the sea, On board a great warship, bound for the Crimea, Three sticks in the middle, all hung with great sheets Sure she walked on the water without any feet. Chorus: We reached Balaclava all safe and all sound, And wet tired and weary we lay on the ground. At morning at daybreak a bugle did call, And they served us a breakfast of powder and ball. Chorus: Now we whipped them at Alma likewise Inkerman But the Russians they foiled us along the Redan. While scaling a rampart meself lost an eye And a great Russian bullet ran away with me thigh. Chorus: Then a surgeon comes up and he soon stops the blood, And they gave me an elegant leg made of wood; And they gave me a pension of tenpence a day Contented with shellacs I live on half-pay. Chorus: Oh, there is the story that me grandfather told As he sat by the fire all withered and old; "Remember," says he, "that the Irish fight well, But the Russian artillery's hotter than hell." Chorus:

[@dbpgh]

Hi, can you help me with the lyrics?

[@jennyrose9454]

Wait...THEY WERE A TRIO??

[@UISTMAN59]

Great song :-)

[@ceanadach]

Love this tune! Good post(AGAIN!) Slainte!

[@LindsayCurran]

@billegeto: couldn't agree with you more: Linda is amazing! Superb!

[@killiekentman]

`thanks Linda

[@robsargent4]

aye, I was going to say - changed days (for the better in many ways)

[@Grifflaw]

no Kerryman will ever serve the Brit again

[@jamiecorrigan3241]

LEGENDS !!!