The Recruiting Sergeant by The Brandos Lyrics

Well as I was walkin' down the street
Feelin' nice and larky oh
A recruiting sergeant said to me
You'd look fine in khaki oh
For the King he is in need of men
Just read the proclamation oh
A life in Flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation oh

That may be true I said to him
But tell me sergeant dearie-oh
If I had a pack upon me back
Would I look nice and cheery oh
For you'd make me train and drill all night
By sleepin' on four benches oh
It may be warm in Flanders
But it's drafty in the trenches oh

The sergeant swung his little cane
His smilе was so provoking oh
He twirled and twirled his wee mustachе
And says I hope you're joking oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you won't feel blowing oh
Well I winked at a colleen passing by
I said what if it's snowing oh
Come rain nor hail nor sleet nor snow
Well I'm not going to Flanders oh
There's work for me in Dublin
Let your sergeants and your commanders go
Let Englishmen for England die
It's really time they started oh
I waved the sergeant a nice goodbye
And there and then we parted oh
I waved the sergeant a nice goodbye
And there and then we parted oh