65th Regiment Song Book
The Kerry Recruit
One morning in March I was digging
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand.
Says I to meself, such a pity to see,
Such a fine strapping lad cutting turf round Tralee.
So I buttered me brogues, shook
hands with me spade,
And went off to the fair like a dashing young blade,
When up comes the sergeant, he asks me to 'list
And Sergeant McGraw stuck a bob in me fist.
The first thing they gave me it
was a red coat,
With a wide strap of leather to tie round me throat.
They gave me a queer thing I asked what was that,
And they told me it was a cockade for me hat.
The next thing they gave me they
called it a gun,
With powder and shot and a place for me thumb.
Well first she spat fire and then she spat smoke,
She gave a great leap and me shoulder near broke.
The first place they sent me was
down to the quay,
To board a warship bound for the Crimee.
Three sticks in the middle all rolled round with sheet,
It walked on the water without any feet.
'Twas at Balaclava we landed quite
Cold, wet and hungry, we lay on the ground.
Next morning for breakfast the bugle did call,
And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball.
We fought at the Alma, likewise
And the Russians they quailed us at Redan.
In scaling the wall, there meself lost an eye,
And a great Russian bullet ran away with me thigh.
'Twas there I lay bleeding
stretched on the cold ground,
Head, legs and arms lay scattered around.
I called for me mum, and me pleadings went nigh,
Be sure they bury me decent and raise a loud cry.
Well a doctor was called and he
soon staunched me blood
And they gave me a fine elegant leg made of wood.
They gave me a pension to two pence a day,
Contented with Shelagh I live on half pay.
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