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- 'Twas on a sultry summer's day
When tired from worken at the hay
I lay and watched a regiment march by to foreign war
I don't know how it came about
I must have slept beyond a doubt
I thought I took the shillin's in the town of Mullingar.
Scarce had I drawn my belt to place
When all my dark and dire disgrace
Burst on me with a bitterness that left my mouth ajar
For who would think a dacent boy
A son of honest Mike Molloy
Would join his countries enemies
Then cried I Sargent Gra Machree
Will you swap back again with me
My own old coat and breeches, they were warmer by gas
And sure with shame my heart would break
If all the neighbours I'd forsake
And wear a highland petticoat
Then spoke the sargent sharp to me,
You may as well contented be(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
- Helena Lucey