When you joined the great fallen of 1916
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene
Æble-og pæretræerne blomstrede.
Tågen svævede over floden.
På den stejle bank gik Katyusha,
På den høje bank hun vandrede.
Vor der Kaserme vor dem großen Tor
stand eine Lanterne
und steht sie nach davor
so wollen wir da uns wieder sehen
bei der Lanterne wollen wir stehen
wie einst Lili Marlen
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame, hey!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!
It’s the roar and rattle of Freedom’s battle
That’s calling us over the sea,
Up to mighty London came an Irish-
man one day,
as the street are paved with gold
sure ev’ryone was gay;
singing songs of Piccadelly, Strand and
till Paddy goth excited, then he shout-
ed to them there: -
"It’s a long way to Tipperary, it’s a
long way to go;
It’s a long way to Tipperary to the
sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell, Leices-
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, but
my heart’s right there!"
Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Mol-
Saying, Should you not received it,
write and let me know!
"If I make mistakes in spelling,
Molly dear," said he,
Remember it’s the pen that’s bad
don’t lay the blame on me."
Molly wrote a neat reply to irish Pad-
Saying, Mike Maloney wants to mar-
ry me, and so
Leave the strand and Piccadilly, or
you’ll be to blame,
for love has fairly drove me silly, hop-
ing you’re the same!"