Testo di Uncle Tommy

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 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! 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! 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!