Listen to Medley: The Recruiting Sergeant / The Rocky Road To Dublin / Galway Races by The Pogues

Medley: The Recruiting Sergeant / The Rocky Road To Dublin / Galway Races

The Pogues

Singer/Songwriter

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Pogues

Performer

Andrew Ranken

Drums

James Fearnley

Accordion

Jem Finer

Banjo

Philip Chevron

Guitar

Shane MacGowan

Vocals

Spider Stacy

Tin Whistle

Terry Woods

Cittern

Darryl Hunt

Bass Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Andrew Ranken

Songwriter

James Fearnley

Songwriter

Jem Finer

Songwriter

Philip Chevron

Songwriter

Spider Stacy

Songwriter

Terry Woods

Songwriter

Darryl Hunt

Songwriter

Peter Stacey

Songwriter

Shane Patrick McGowan

Shane Patrick McGowan

Songwriter

Shane MacGowan

Arranger

Pete Stacey

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Dickie

Engineer

Dave Jordan

Engineer

Nick Lacey

Engineer

Paul Scully

Engineer

Roy Spong

Engineer

Steve Lillywhite

Steve Lillywhite

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

As I was walking down the road a-feeling fine and larky-o

A recruiting sergeant came up a-to me, says he: "You'd look fine in khaki-o"

For the King he is in need of men; a-come read this proclamation-o

A life in Flanders for you then would be a fine vacation-o"

[Verse 2]

"That may be so," says I to him, "but tell a-me, sergeant dearie-o

If I had a pack stuck up on my back, would I look fine and cheerie-o?

For they'd have you a-train and drill until they had you one of the Frenchies-o

Well, it may be warm in Flanders; it's draughty in the trenches-o"

[Verse 3]

The sergeant smiled and winked his eye; his smile was most provoking-o

He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache; says he: "You're only joking-o

The sandbags are so warm and high, the wind you won't feel blowing-o"

I winked at a cailín passing by; says I: "What if it's snowing-o?"

[Verse 4]

Come rain or hail or wind or snow, I'm not going out to Flanders-o

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-o

I saluted the sergeant a very good night; there and then we parted-o

[Verse 5]

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

Me eyes began to dazzle and they off to see the races

With me whack-fol-a-doo-fol-a-diddly-idle-ay

[Verse 6]

There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh

The boys of Connemara and the Clare unmarried maidens

There were people from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful

Brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations

With me whack-fol-a-doo-fol-a-diddly-idle-ay

[Verse 7]

And it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing

The sporting wheel of fortune and the four and twenty quarters

There's others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggie

And her father well contented and he gazing at his daughter

With me whack-fol-a-doo-fol-a-diddly-idle-ay

With me whack-fol-a-doo-fol-a-diddly-idle-ay

[Verse 8]

And it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stably

The pink, the blue, the orange and green – the colours 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

With me whack-fol-a-doo-fol-a-diddly-idle-ay

[Verse 9]

There was half a million people there of all denominations

The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian

Yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion

But fáilte hospitality inducing fresh acquaintance

With me whack-fol-a-doo-fol-a-diddly-idle-ay

Written by: Andrew Ranken, Darryl Hunt, James Fearnley, Jem Finer, Peter Stacey, Philip Chevron, Shane Patrick McGowan, Terry Woods

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