One morning in March I was digging the land
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand
And says I to me self, what a pity to see,
Such a fine strapping lad footing turf round Tralee
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
So I buttered me brogues, shook hands with me spade,
An the way down the road like a dashing young blade
And up comes a sergeant an he asks me to list,
'Arra, sergeant a gra, stick a bob in me fist'
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
Well the first thing they gave me it was a red coat,
With a wide strap of leather to tie round me throat
They gave me a quare thing I asked what was that,
And they told me it was a cockade for me hat
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
Well the next thing they gave me they called it a gun
With powder an shot an' a place for me thumb
Well first she spat fire and then she spat smoke,
She gave a great lape ande me shoulder near broke
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
Well the first place they sent me was down by the kay,
On the board of a warship bound for the Crimea
Three sticks in the middle all rowled round with sheets,
Lord, she walked on the water without any feet
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
When at Balaclava we landed quite sound,
All cold, wet and hungry we lay on the ground
Next morning for action the bugle did call,
And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
Well we fought at the Alma, likewise Inkermann,
But the Russians they whaled us at the Redan
In scalin' the walls there meself lost an eye,
And a big Russian bullet ran off with me thigh
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
'Tis off there we lay stretched upon the cold ground,
'Twas heads, legs and arms were all scattered around
I wished that me mam me cleaveens were nigh,
So they'd bury me decent and gave a loud cry
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya
Well a doctor was called and he soon staunched me' blood,
And he made me a fine elegant leg made of wood
They gave me a medal and ten pence a day,
So contented with Sheela, I'll live on half pay
Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya,
Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya