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Medley: The Recruiting Sergeant / The Rocky Road to Dublin / Galway Races
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
The Pogues
Performer
Andrew Ranken
Andrew Ranken
Drums
James Fearnley
James Fearnley
Accordion
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Banjo
Philip Chevron
Philip Chevron
Guitar
Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan
Vocals
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Tin Whistle
Terry Woods
Terry Woods
Cittern
Darryl Hunt
Darryl Hunt
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Ranken
Andrew Ranken
Songwriter
James Fearnley
James Fearnley
Songwriter
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Songwriter
Philip Chevron
Philip Chevron
Songwriter
Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan
Songwriter
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Songwriter
Terry Woods
Terry Woods
Songwriter
Darryl Hunt
Darryl Hunt
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Dickie
Chris Dickie
Engineer
Dave Jordan
Dave Jordan
Engineer
Nick Lacey
Nick Lacey
Engineer
Paul Scully
Paul Scully
Engineer
Roy Spong
Roy Spong
Engineer
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer

Lyrics

As I was walking down the road A feeling fine and larky oh A recruiting sergeant came up to me Says he, "You'd look fine in khaki, oh For the King he is in need of men Come read this proclamation oh A life in Flanders for you then Would be a fine vacation oh" "That may be so," says I to him "But tell me sergeant dearie-oh If I had a pack stuck upon my back Would I look fine and cheerie oh?" For they'd have you train and drill until They had you one of the Frenchies oh It may be warm in Flanders But it's draughty in the trenches oh The sergeant smiled and winked his eye His smile was most provoking oh He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache Says he, "I know you're only joking oh For the sandbags are so warm and high The wind you won't feel blowing oh" Well I winked at a cailin passing by Says I, what if it's snowing oh Come rain or hail or wind or snow I'm not going out to Flanders oh There's fighting in Dublin to be done Let your sergeants and your commanders go Let Englishmen fight English wars It's nearly time they started oh I saluted the sergeant a very good night And there and then we parted oh As I went down to Galway Town To seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August Me mind being elevated There were passengers assembled With their tickets at the station And me eyes began to dazzle And they off to see the races With me wack fol the do fol The diddle idle day There were passengers from Limerick And passengers from Nenagh The boys of Connemara And the Clare unmarried maiden There were people from Cork City Who were loyal, true and faithful Who brought home the Fenian prisoners From dying in foreign nations And it's there you'll see the pipers And the fiddlers competing And the sporting wheel of fortune And the four and twenty quarters And there's others without scruple Pelting wattles at poor Maggie And her father well contented And he gazing at his daughter And it's there you'll see the jockeys And they mounted on so stably The pink, the blue, the orange, and green The colors of our nation The time it came for starting All the horses seemed impatient Their feet they hardly touched the ground The speed was so amazing! There was half a million people there Of all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian Yet there was no animosity No matter what persuasion But failte hospitality Inducing fresh acquaintance
Writer(s): Dp, Jeremy Max Finer, Andrew David Ranken, James Thirkhill Fearnley, Terry Woods, Philip Chevron, Darryl Gatwick Hunt, Shane Patrick Lysaght Mac-gowan, Peter Richard Stacy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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