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



Copyright: MoranCarton

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