Johnny McGory


Hey Johnny McGory, tell me where’s your glory gone
I saw you up in the Monto with your old leg gone
A dirty Flanders bullet, sure it left you half a man
Hey Johnny McGory, where’s your old leg gone

Up to Iveagh Gardens, around the Back of the Pipes
Messing with the Liberty Bells, a man could loose his stripes
Trading on your troubles and grabbing every chance
To show the randy oul wans all the things you learned in France

Up to Gloucester Diamonds, red biddy on your mind
Not a tosser in your pocket, not a soul you could remind
The Lord knows you’re a darlin’, you never did give in
Your neck’s as hard as concrete and your laugh’s a mortal sin

Monday in the Iveagh, Tuesday in the drags
Wednesday’s walking wounded, Thursday soldier your bags
Friday’s heroes on the touch and Saturday’s lost again
But the Sunday’s good intentions, sure you start the week again


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World War 1