Uncle Tommy - The Rumjacks

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

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!