Oh me husband’s in Salonika and I wonder if he’s dead,
And I wonder if he knows me as a kid with a foxy head,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
When the war is over what will the slackers do,
They’ll be around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
And when the war is over what will the soldiers do,
They’ll be walking around with a leg and a half,
And the slackers they’ll have two,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
And they taxed the pound of butter and they taxed tha ha’penny bun,
And still with all their taxin’ they can’t bate the bloody Huns,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
They taxed the Colosseum and they taxed St. Mary’s Hall,
Why don’t they tax the Bobbies with their backs again’ the wall,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
When the war is over what will the slackers do,
For every kid in America, in Cork there will be two,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
They takes us out to Blarney and they lays us on the grass,
They puts us in the family way and they leaves us on our arse,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
There’s lino in the parlour and in the kitchen too,
And a lovely glass back chiffonier we got from Dickie Drew,
So right away, so right away, so right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.