"Salonika" lyrics

Ah, me husband's in Salonika, I wonder if he's dead
I wonder if he knows he has a kid with a poxy head?
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

And when the war is over, what will the soldiers do?
They'll be hoppin' around with a leg and a half but the Slackers, we'll have two
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

And when the war is over, what will the Slackers do?
We'll be all around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

Well at first they tax the sugar, and then they tax the tea
And then they brought conscript-tion and took me man away
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

Ah they tax the pound of butter, they tax the ha'penny bun
But still with all their taxes they can't beat the bleedin' hun
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

And when the war is over, what will the Slackers do?
For every kid in America in Dublin there'll be two
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

For they takes us up the Phoeno, and lays us on the grass
They puts us in the family way then leaves us on our ass
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

Well there's lino in the parlour and in the kitchen too
A glass back chiffonier that we got from Dicky Glue
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

Oh and never marry a copper, a soldier or a marine
Politician, or a banker, ladies, keep your conscience clean
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy

Ah me husband's in Salonika, I wonder if he's dead
I wonder if he knows he has a kid with a poxy head?
So write away, so write away
So write away Salonika, write away me soldier boy