SALONIKA

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My husband's in Salonika, I wonder if he's dead,
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I wonder if he knows he's got a kid with a foxy head.


Chorus:
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So write away, so write away,
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So write away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.


When the war is over, what will the slackers do?
They'll hang around the soldier lads and bum a drink or two

When the war is over what will the soldiers do?
They'll walk around with a leg and a half and the slackers they'll have two.

They taxed a pound of butter and they taxed the halfpenny bun,
And yet with all their tax they couldn't beat that bloody Hun.

They taxed the Coliseum and they taxed Saint Anthony's Hall,
Why don't they tax the families with their backs against the wall.

When the war is over what will the soldiers do?
For every kid in America in Cork they'll all have two.

They takes us out of blarney, they lays us on the grass,
They puts us in the family way and leaves us on our arse.

Don't ever marry a soldier, a sailor, or a marine
But keep your eyes on the Sinnfein Boy with his Orange, White, and Green.