Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army
Kitted him out for danger & ferried him o'er the sea
He threw me o'er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty
Telling me when I were older: you'll be just like me

A half a bottle o' whisky, tattoo of a pretty lady
Half a dozen Havana's & his Aunties rosary
A-thunderin' oe'r the border, guns a-blazin', hells a-raisin'
Here I am ya bastards, ye'll no be havin' me!

Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!

The following December he sent a card to Auntie Annie
Tellin' her he were frozen half to death upon a hill
Sick o' the sound o' trash cans, kickin' in doors on dear old ladies
Sick o' the screamin' babies, he had lost the bottle tae kill

Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man!

He earn't his scars in German bars
And breakin' the hearts o' the maids o' Norway
Trained his guns upon the Huns
And boxed the sons o' proud old Galway
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a Ramblin' man
Quick with a pound when yer luck was down
Oor Tommy was a Jerry can

Early one November me Uncle Tommy left the army
Stripped him o' his regalia & ferried him o'er the main
He took me by the shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty
Bastard's only love ye when ye're shootin' at yer ain!