Fiddler's Green - Salonika lyrics

Oh, my husband's in Salonika and
I wonder if he's dead
I wonder if he knows he has got
A kid with a foxy head
And when the war is over
What will the slackers do?
They'll be around the soldiers for the
Loan of a bob or two

So right away, so right away
So right away, Salonika
Right away, my soldier boy

And when the war is over
What will the soldiers do?
They'll walk around with a leg or two
And the slackers they'll have two
And 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, Salonika
Right away, my soldier boy

Now they taxed their pound of butter
And they taxend their ha'penny bun
And still with all their taxes they
Can't beat the bloody hun
They taxed the Coliseum
And they taxed St mary's Hall
Why don't they tax the bobbies wi'
Their backs against the wall?

So right away, so right away
So right away, Salonika
Right away, my soldier boy

For they takes us out to Blarney and
They lays us on the Grass
Puts us in the family way and
Leaves us on our ass
And never marry a soldier
A sailor or a Marine
Keep your eyes on the Irish boy, his yellow
White and green

So right away, so right away
So right away, Salonika
Right away, my soldier boy