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 & 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 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 & 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
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