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Jimmy Crowley & Stokers Lodge singing Salonika
My husband's in Salonika
And I wonder if he's dead
I wonder if he knows he has
A kid with a foxy head
Chorus:
So right away, so right away
So right away, Salonika
Right away, my soldier boy
Now 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
But when the war is over
What will the soldiers do
They'll be walking around with a leg-and-a-half
And the slackers will have two
And they tax their pound o' butter
They tax their halfpenny bun
But still with all their taxes
They can't beat the bloody Hun
And they tax th' old Coliseum
They tax St Mary's Hall
Why don't they tax the bobbies
Wi' their backs ag'in' the wall
But when the war is over
What will the slackers do
For every kid in Americay
In Cork there will be two
For they takes us out to Blarney
They lays us on the grass
They puts us in the family way
And leaves us on our arse
There's lino in the parlour
And in the kitchen too
A glass-backed chevonier
That we got from Dicky Glue
And before that I got married
Sure I used to wear a shawl
But now the war is over
'Tis hanging in Jones' pawn
And never marry a soldier
A sailor or a Marine
But keep your eye on the Sinn Fein boy
With his yellow, white and green