Comment: While goin' the road to sweet

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While goin' the road to sweet

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Bill3 I hardly knew ye.
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The anarchists nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Bill3 I hardly knew ye.

Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Bill3, I hardly knew ye.

Where are your hands that used to type, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your hands that used to type, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your hands that used to type
When you went for to pun
Indeed your posting days are done
Oh Bill3, I hardly knew ye.

I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Ceylon;
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Bill3 I hardly knew ye.

Ye haven't a hand, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't a hand, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't a hand, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an handless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Bill3 I hardly knew ye.

With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and guns and drums'
The anarchists never slew ye
Oh, darling dear you look so queer
Oh Bill3 I hardly knew ye