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