Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them,
Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare;
Fighting-fit and mirth-mad, music in the feet of them,
Swinging on to glory and the wrath out there.
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So full of fun and fitness, and a-singing in their pride; For some are cold as clabber and the corby picks the brains of them, And some are back in Blighty, and a-wishing they had died. And yet it seems but yesterday Beautiful.A nicely written poem.
Lovely refrain, which is written using English and French language.
Good-bye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Lester Square: It's a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there. The song of a soldier that tugs at your heart strings!
A brilliantly envisioned great patriotic marching song sung by soldiers marching in columns towards battlefield Thanks for sharing it here.
This Tipperary song reminds of The Unknown Warrior by A G Gardiner! Wonderful poem to read!
we did not want the instrumental, we want someone to read it