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Join the British Army

Song Author Írskt þjóðlag Lyrics by: Írskt þjóðlag Performer: The Dubliners Submitted by: HjaltiG
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[Am]When I was young, I used to be,
As [G]fine a man as ever you'd see,
'til the [Am]Prince of Wales, he said to me,
Come and [C]join the British [E]army.

[Am]Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
They're l[G]ookin' for monkeys up in the zoo,
And i[Am]f I had a face like you
I'd j[E]oin the British a[Am]rmy.   

[Am]Sarah Comden baked a cake,
It's a[G]ll for poor old Slattery's sake,
She t[Am]hrew meself into the lake,
Pre[C]tendin' I was [E]balmy.

[Am]Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've m[G]ade me mind up what to do,
Now I[Am]'ll work me ticket home to you,
And *[E]Fuck* the British[Am] army.

[Am]Sergeant Heeley went away,
And his [G]wife got in the family way,
And the[Am] only words that she could say,
Was [C]blame the British [E]army.

[Am]Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
Me [G]curse upon the Labour blue,
That t[Am]ook me darlin' boy from me,
To [E]join the British [Am]army.

[Am]Corporal Sheen's a turn o' the 'bout,
Just g[G]ive him a couple o' jars o' stout,
He'll [Am]bake the enemy with his mouth,
And [C]save the British a[E]rmy.

[Am]Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've [G]made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll [Am]work me ticket home to you,
And *[E]Fuck* the British a[Am]rmy.   


When I was young, I used to be,
As fine a man as ever you'd see,
'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me,
Come and join the British army.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
They're lookin' for monkeys up in the zoo,
And if I had a face like you
I'd join the British army.

Sarah Comden baked a cake,
It's all for poor old Slattery's sake,
She threw meself into the lake,
Pretendin' I was balmy.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And *Fuck* the British army.

Sergeant Heeley went away,
And his wife got in the family way,
And the only words that she could say,
Was blame the British army.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
Me curse upon the Labour blue,
That took me darlin' boy from me,
To join the British army.

Corporal Sheen's a turn o' the 'bout,
Just give him a couple o' jars o' stout,
He'll bake the enemy with his mouth,
And save the British army.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And *Fuck* the British army.

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