Get Me Down My Petticoat

Ah! Get me down my petticoat,
Ah! Get me down my shawl.
And get me down my buttoned boots
For I'm off to the Linenhall

cho: With your he was the quare one,
Fol the diddle Kerry wha
Wasn't he the quare one
I'll tell you!

Now if he's jouned the Army
All under a false name,
To jew me out of my pension, it's
His ould one's all to blame

Now if you go to Curragh Camp
Just ask for number nine.
You'll find three squaddies standin' there
And the best-lookin' one is mine.

Now if you go to the fighting line,
And there to fight the Boer;
Will ye kindly hould the Dublins back
Let the Culchies go before.

My love is o'er the water
My love is o'er the sea.
My love is o'er the water,
And left me in a family way.

Recorded by MacColl --- British Army Songs (Folkways}
RG