When I signed on I was sixteen Had to lie about my age Had me hair cut short already At the time 'twas all the rage I heard so many stories About the crack in Mullingar And the glen ablow in Wicklow Keepin watch under the stars I was bored, broke, oblivious So I joined the F.C.A. I got fitted for the uniform One sunny summers night The trousers never fitted And the beret was'nt right But the boots were strong and powerful I still have them to this day Though the shine is long deserted They still keep out the rain I was bored, broke, oblivious So I joined the F.C.A. The tightest trousers Come from Tuam In Milltown they have No ballroom Oh I was so drunk and disorderly I don't know what I did But I have the strangest feeling I owe Tom Wholihan 25 quid I was bored, broke, oblivious So I joined the F.C.A. The night before we left I met my favourite girl uptown I felt like I was leaving For some war on foreign ground We promised love, kissed goodbye Like we never did before For the cause of Mother Ireland She could'nt have dunmore Copyright: Moran/Carton Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com