Alba s touto skladbou:
25 Years Celebration: DISC 1,
Oh me husband's in Salonika
And I wonder if he's dead
And I wonder if he knows he has a kid
With a foxy head
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
When the war is over
What will the slackers do?
They'll be all around the soldiers
For to loan 'em a bob or two . . .
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
And when the war is over
What will the soldier's do?
They'll be walking around with a leg and a half
And the slackers
They'll have two
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
They tax'd a pound of butter
And they tax'd the ha'penny bun.
And still with all their taxin'
They can't bate the bloody hun!
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
They tax'd the colloseum
And they tax'd St. Mary's Hall!
Why don't they tax the bobbies,
With their backs against the wall?
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
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, me soldier boy
They takes us out to blarney
And they lays us on the grass . . .
They puts us in the family way
Then they leaves us on our arse!
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
There's no lino in the parlour
And in the kitchen too.
And a lovely glass-backed chiffonier
That we got from Dickie Drew
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
Oh never marry a soldier
A sailor, or a marine
And keep your eye on that Sinn Fein boy
With his yellow, white, and green!
So right away, so right away
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy
So right away Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy!
