Salonika - The Dubliners

Me husband’s in Salonika, I wonder if he’s dead

I wonder if he knows he’s got a kid with a foxy head

So right away, so right away,

So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

Now when the war is over, what will the slackers do

They’ll be all around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two

So right away, so right away,

So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

Now when the war is over, what will the soldiers do

They’ll be walking around on a leg and a half

And the slackers they’ll have two

So right away, so right away,

So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

They taxed our pound of butter;

they taxed our half-penny bun,

But still with all their taxes they can’t beat the bloody Hun

So right away, so right away,

So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

They taxed the Coliseum;

they taxed St. Mary’s Hall

Why don’t they tax the Bobbies with their backs against the wall

So right away, so right away,

So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

Now when the war is over, what will the slackers do

For every kid in America in there will be two

So right away, so right away,

So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy