| When I signed on
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| I was sixteen
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| Had to lie about my age
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| Had me hair cut short already
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| At the time 'twas all the rage
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| I heard so many stories
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| About the crack in Mullingar
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| And the glen ablow in Wicklow
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| Keepin watch under the stars
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| I was bored, broke, oblivious
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| So I joined the F.C.A
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| I got fitted for the uniform
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| One sunny summers night
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| The trousers never fitted
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| And the beret was’nt right
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| But the boots were strong and powerful
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| I still have them to this day
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| Though the shine is long deserted
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| They still keep out the rain
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| I was bored, broke, oblivious
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| So I joined the F.C.A
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| The tightest trousers
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| Come from Tuam
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| In Milltown they have
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| No ballroom
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| Oh I was so drunk and
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| Disorderly
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| I don’t know what I did
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| But I have the strangest
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| Feeling
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| I owe Tom Wholihan 25 quid
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| I was bored, broke, oblivious
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| So I joined the F.C.A
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| The night before we left
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| I met my favourite girl uptown
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| I felt like I was leaving
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| For some war on foreign ground
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| We promised love, kissed goodbye
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| Like we never did before
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| For the cause of Mother Ireland
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| She could’nt have dunmore
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