The Dubliners - The Kerry Recruit

Bob Lynch, the forgotten Dubliner, with an old live version. Lyrics: One morning in March I was digging the land, with me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand And says I to myself, such a pity to see, such a fine strappin’ lad footin’ turf round Tralee Wid me too ra na nya and me too ra na nya, wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya So I buttered me brogues, shook hands with me spade, then went off to the fair like a dashing young blade When up comes a sergeant he asks me to list, ’Arra, sergeant a gra, stick a bob in me fist Wid me too ra na nya and me too ra na nya, wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya Well the first thing they gave me it was a red coat, with a wide strap of leather to tie round me throat They gave me a quare thing ­ I asked what was that, and they told me it was a cockade for me hat Wid me too ra na nya and me too ra na nya, wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya The next t