Video Slatterys Mounted Fut de Barnbrack 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Barnbrack - Slatterys Mounted Fut Lyrics

You've heard of Julius Caesar, and the great Napoleon, too
And how the Cork militia beat the Turks at Waterloo
But there's a page of glory that as yet remains uncut
And that's the martial story of the Slattery Mounted Fut
This gallant corps was organized by Slattery's eldest son
A noble-minded poacher with a double-breasted gun
And many a head was broken, aye, and many an eye was shut
When practicing maneuvers in the Slattery Mounted Fut

And down from the mountains came the squadrons and platoons
Four-and-twenty lighting men and a couple of stout gossoons
And when we marched behind the drum to patriotic tunes
I We felt that fame would gild the name of Slattery'e Light Dragoons
Well, first we reconnoitered 'round of O'Sullivan's shebeen
It used to be the Shop House, but we called it 'The Canteen
But there we saw a notice which the bravest heart unnerved
All liquor must be settled for before the drink is served
So on we marched, but soon again each warrior's heart grew pale
For rising high in front of us we saw the county jail
And when the army faced about, 'twas just in tune to find
A couple of policeman had surrounded us behind

Still down from the mountain came the squadrons and platoons
Four-and-twenty fighting-men and a couple of stout gossoons
Says Slattery: We must circumvent these bludgeoning boothoons
Or else it games they'll take the names of Slattery's Light Dragoons
We'll cross the ditch, our leader cried, and take the foe in flank
But yells of consternation here arose from every rank
For posted high upon a tree we very plainly saw Trespassers prosecuted, in accordance with the law
We're foiled! Exclaimed bold Slattery, here ends our grand campaign
'Tis merely throwing life away to face that mearin dhrain
I'm not as bowld as lions, but I'm braver nor a hen
And he that fights and runs away will live to fight again

And back to the mountains went the squadrons and platoons
Four-And-twenty fighting-men and a couple of stout gossoons
The band was playing cautiously their patriotic tunes
So sing the fame, if rather lame, of Slattery's Light Dragoons
They reached the mountain safely, though all stiff and sore with cramp
Each took a wet of whiskey nate to dissipate the damp
And when they loaded all their pipes, bowld Slattery ups and said
To-day's immortal fight will be remembered by the dead
I never shall forget said he, while this brave heart shall beat
The eager way ye followed when I headed the retreat
Ye preferred the soldier's maxim, when desisting from the strife
Best be a coward for five minutes, than a dead man all your life

And there in the mountains lay in squadrons and platoons
Those four-and-twenty fighting-men and a couple of stout gossoons
They never more will march again to patriotic tunes
Tho all the same they sing the fame of Slattery's Light Dragoons