Tullamore Dew

A Dying Soldier's Request

Tullamore Dew

 

Used to be I’d look towards heaven

and each morn I’d greet the sun

Till pain began over shadowing

each new breaking dawn

We marched through the minefields

till the b******s stole our friends

And over games of mumblety-peg

we’d drink and plot revenge

When death’s hand has struck me down

don’t leave me dying on the ground

Scatter my ashes outside the pub

where I’ve bled a time or two

My wife and kids are much too scared

to be left there all alone

Take my broken bones

and send me body home

And then drink away the sorrow

the grief and all the pain

Chances are in a few days

you’ll be seeing me again

So don’t look so sad

so mad

so gloomy

and so glum

Go down to the pub

and order another round

With whiskey all around

yah flowing like a stream

Old Tullamore Dew

will wash away the pain

A toast to the brave men

who’ve bled for us all

And curses to the devil

who’s announced the final call

Never again will my veins bleed whiskey

my broken dreams snuffed out

My fiddle has been silenced forever

no more will it make a sound

Rush towards battle with the grace of god

to take these b******s lives

There’ll be plenty of widows at Sunday mass

to console our grieving wives