The Rumjacks - Uncle tommy lyrics
[The Rumjacks - Uncle tommy lyrics]
Early one November me Uncle
Tommy joined the army
Kitted him out for danger and
Ferried him o'er the sea
He threw me o'er his shoulder
Sang to me a dirty ditty
Telling me when I were older
"you'll be just like me"
A half a bottle o' whisky
Tattoo of a pretty lady
Half a dozen Havana's and his Aunties rosary
A-thunderin' oe'r the border, guns a-blazin'
Hells a raisin' "Here I am ya bastards
Ye'll no be havin' me!"
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!
The following December he sent a
Card to Auntie Annie
Tellin' her he were frozen half
To death upon a hill
Sick o' the sound o' trash cans
Kickin' in doors on dear old ladies
Sick o' the screamin' babies
He he had lost the bottle tae kill
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!
He earn't his scars in German bars
And breakin' the hearts o'
The maids o' Norway
Trained his guns upon the Huns
And boxed the sons o' proud old Galway
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a Ramblin' man
Quick with a pound when yer luck was down
Oor Tommy was a Jerry can
Early one November me Uncle
Tommy left the army
Stripped him o' his regalia and
Ferried him o'er the main
He took me by the shoulder
Sang to me a dirty ditty
"Bastard's only love ye when ye're
Shootin' at yer ain!"
Tommy joined the army
Kitted him out for danger and
Ferried him o'er the sea
He threw me o'er his shoulder
Sang to me a dirty ditty
Telling me when I were older
"you'll be just like me"
A half a bottle o' whisky
Tattoo of a pretty lady
Half a dozen Havana's and his Aunties rosary
A-thunderin' oe'r the border, guns a-blazin'
Hells a raisin' "Here I am ya bastards
Ye'll no be havin' me!"
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!
The following December he sent a
Card to Auntie Annie
Tellin' her he were frozen half
To death upon a hill
Sick o' the sound o' trash cans
Kickin' in doors on dear old ladies
Sick o' the screamin' babies
He he had lost the bottle tae kill
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!
He earn't his scars in German bars
And breakin' the hearts o'
The maids o' Norway
Trained his guns upon the Huns
And boxed the sons o' proud old Galway
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a Ramblin' man
Quick with a pound when yer luck was down
Oor Tommy was a Jerry can
Early one November me Uncle
Tommy left the army
Stripped him o' his regalia and
Ferried him o'er the main
He took me by the shoulder
Sang to me a dirty ditty
"Bastard's only love ye when ye're
Shootin' at yer ain!"