CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : The Kerry Recruit

About four years ago I was digging the land
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand
Says I to me self, what a pity to see
Such a fine strapping lad footing turf round Tralee

With me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
With me too ren and you ren a na

Well I buttered me brogues, an' shook hands with me spade
An' away down the road, like a dashing young blade
When up comes a sergeant an he asks me to 'list
Arrah, sergeant a grá, stick a bob in me fist!

With me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
With me too rеn and you ren a na

Well herе is a shilling as I've got no more
When you get to headquarters you'll get half a score
And a quitch ah comeen, says I
"Sergeant goodbye you'd not wish to be quartered and neither would I."

With me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
With me too ren and you ren a na

Now the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
With a fine strap of leather to go 'round me throat
And the next thing they gave me, I asked what was that
And they told me it was a c*ckade for me hat