letra de the kerry recruit - luke kelly
about four years ago i was digging the land
with me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand
says i to me self, what a pity to see
such a fine strapping lad footing turf round tralee
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
well i b-ttered me brogues, an’ shook hands with me spade
an’ away down the road, like a dashing young blade
when up comes a sergeant an he asks me to ‘list
arrah, sergeant a grá, stick a bob in me fist!
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too rеn and you ren a na
well herе is a shilling as i’ve got no more
when you get to headquarters you’ll get half a score
and a quitch ah comeen, says i
“sergeant goodbye you’d not wish to be quartered and neither would i.”
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
now the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
with a fine strap of leather to go ’round me throat
and the next thing they gave me, i asked what was that
and they told me it was a c-ckade for me hat
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
and the next thing they gave me, they called it a gun
with powder an ball an’ a place for me thumb
first it spit fire, lads, and then it spewed smoke
an’ it gave me oul shoulder such a h-ll of a stroke
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
and the first place they sent me was down to the sea
all on board of a warship bound for the crimea
three sticks in the middle all rolled round with sheets
lord, she walked through the water without any feet!
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
and when at balaclava we landed quite sound
cold, wet, and hungry we lay on the ground
next morning for action the bugle did call
and we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
well we fought at the alma, likewise inkermann
but the russians they whiled us on the redan
in scalin’ the walls there, meself lost an eye
and a big russian bullet ran away with me thigh
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
well ’tis often i think of me name and me home
and the days that i spent cutting turf at my home
but the fire was so thick and the bullet so hot
i lay down in the ditch, lads, for fear i’d be shot
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
well ’twas there that i lay stretched upon the cold ground
heads, legs, and guts they were scattered all around
i wish that me ma and me cleaveens were nigh
so they’d bury me decent and give a loud cry
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
well they brought me a doctor, he soon staunched the blood
and he made me an elegant leg made of wood
they gave me a medal and tenpence a day
so contented with síle, i’ll live on half pay
with me too ren a na, with me too ren a na
with me too ren and you ren a na
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