Lyrics:

Oh me husband's in Salonika, and I wonder if he's dead
And I wonder if he knows he has a kid with a foxy head
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

When the war is over, what will the slackers do
They'll be all around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

And when the war is over, what will the soldiers do
They'll be walking around with a leg and a half
And the slackers they'll have two
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

And they taxed a pound of butter, and they taxed a half-penny bun,
And still with all their taxin' they can't beat the bloody Hun
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

They taxed the Coliseum and they taxed St. Mary's Hall
Why don't they tax the Bobbies with their backs against the wall
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

When the war is over, what will the slackers do
For every kid in America in Cork there will be two
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

They take's us out to Blarney, and they lay's us on the grass
They puts us in the family way and they leaves us on our arse
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

There's lino in the parlour and in the kitchen to
And a lovely glass back chiffonier, we've got from Dickie Drew
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

Oh Never marry a soldier, a sailor or a marine
But keep your eye on a Sinn Fein fan with his yellow, white and green
So right away, so right away,
So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy

So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy