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4 "No headquarters like that, it ain't what I mean,
You go to headquarters and they'll fit you out in green, You go to headquarters and they'll fit you out so rare That the ladies will all laugh at you coming to the fair."
5 Now the first thing they gave me it was an overcoat, With two sets, of leathers to buckle up me throat, And a sword at the side and a pistol in me hand,
Swore to kill everything before me at the word of command.
6 Now the next thing they gave me it was a gray horse All saddled, all bridled, all fitted for the course.
I threw my leg over her and gave her the steel,
And the stiff-necked devil run away through the fields.
7 Now, the next thing they give me, it was a long gun And under the trigger they planted me thumb,
Placed me finger on the trigger and the thing begin to smoke, And it give me poor shoulder a devil of a poke.
8 Now I says to McGuire, "You may think it quite grand To place such a tool in any man's hands.
No, Mister McGuire, I think I shall retire
For the thing is running mad, can't you see her spitting fire?"
9 Now, nine years ago, thank God, I had such luck At the battle of the Hills and the battle of the Muck, Why, the smoke it was so thick and the fire it was so hot, Save my soul, I dare not shoot for fear of getting shot.
io Now nine years are over, I've nothing to defend And I am safe back in old Ireland again. Why, the smoke it was so thick and the fire it was so hot, Save my soul, I dare not shoot for fear of getting shot.
11 Oh! it's nine years ago, and I'm glad it isn't ten; They've taken me back to the Old Sod again! Without a shilling in my pocket, just as rich as I begun! And this is the end of the true Paddy's Son.
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