Irish Drinking Songs - Fuck the British Army

when i was young i used to be as fine a man as ever you’d see the prince of Wales he said to me: “come and join the british army toora loora loora loo, they’re lookin’ for monkeys up at the zoo and if i had a face like you, i’d join the british army Sarah Comden baked a cake, it was all for poor oul slattery’s sake i threw herself into the lake, pretending i was barmy toora loora loora loo, it was the only thing i could do to work my ticket home to you and fuck the british army corporal Lennegan got such a drought, just give him a couple of jars of stout; he’ll kill the enemy with his mouth and save the british army. too ra loo ra loo ra loo, me curse is on the labour crew; they took your darling boy from you to join the british army. kilted soldier’s wear no drawers, ladies, will you lend them yours? the poor should always help the poor, god save the british army! toora loora loora loo, they’re looking for monkeys