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AWAY TO THE WARS.
(WHEN YOU GO TO A BATTLE.) |
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Then it's " Right about face," and we're clearing the
street, *' Good luck'* and " God bless you ! " from all that we
meet, While all of the lazy ones bounce from their beds, And up go their windies and out go their heads. While the bugles they blow so gaily oh ! And away to the battle we marching go. |
Now it's "Halt, Royal Irish!" now "Dress by the
left!" And on to the Quay through the crowd we have cleft; Here's cheers for Old Ireland, with twenty cheers
more, And off with our ship from the Emerald shore. While the bugles they blow so gaily oh! And away to the wars o'er the ocean we go. |
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