Johnny Mcgory - The Dubliners

Hey, Johnny McGory

Tell me where’s your glory gone

I saw you up in the Monto

With your old leg gone

A dirty Flanders bullet

Sure it left you half a man

Hey, Johnny McGory

Where’s your old leg gone

Up the Sally Gardens

Around the back of the pipes

Messing with the liberty bells

A man could lose his stripes

Trading on your troubles

And grabbing every chance

To show the randy old ones

All the things you learned in France

Hey, Johnny McGory

Tell me where’s your glory gone

I saw you up in the Monto

With your old leg gone

A dirty Flanders bullet

Sure it left you half a man

Hey, Johnny McGory

Where’s your old leg gone

Up the Gloucester Diamond

Red Biddy on your mind

Not a tosser in your pocket

Not a soul you could remind

The lord knows you’re a darling

You never did give in

Your neck’s as hard as concrete

And your laugh’s a mortal sin

Hey, Johnny McGory

Tell me where’s your glory gone

I saw you up in the Monto

With your old leg gone

A dirty Flanders bullet

Sure it left you half a man

Hey, Johnny McGory

Where’s your old leg gone

Monday in the Iveagh

Tuesday in the dregs

Wednesday’s walking wounded

Thursday’s soldier begs

Friday’s heroes on the touch

And Saturday’s lost again

How if Sunday’s got good intentions

Sure we start the week again

Hey, Johnny McGory

Tell me where’s your glory gone

I saw you up in the Monto

With your old leg gone

A dirty Flanders bullet

Sure it left you half a man

Hey, Johnny McGory

Where’s your old leg gone