Uncle Tommy

Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army,
 Kitted him out for danger & 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.
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 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.
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 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!