| Lyrics: | FELIX THE SOLDIER
They took away my brogues and they robbed me of my spade
They put
me in the army and a soldier of me made
But I couldn't beat a drum and I couldn't play a
flute
So they handed me a musket and they taught me how to shoot.
But the Injuns
they were sly,
And the Frenchies they were coy,
So they shot off the left leg
Of this
poor Irish boy.
We had a bloody fight
After we had scaled the wall,
And the
divil a bit of mercy
Did the Frenchies show at all.
Then they put me on a
ship,
And they sent me home again,
With all my army training,
After battle's strife
and din.
They headed for the Downs,
And we landed at the quay,
My mother came
to meet me,
And these words to me did say,
"O Felix, are you drunk,
Or Felix
are you mad?
And whatever has become
Of the two legs you had!"
I will bid my
spade adieu,
For I cannot dig the bog,
But I still can play the fiddle,
And I still
can drink my grog.
I have learned to smoke a pipe
And I've learned to fire a
gun,
To the divil with the fighting,
I am glad the war is done.
From
Traditional American Folk Songs, Warner and Warner
Collected from Lena Bourne
Fish
@soldier @war
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