All for the roses    (intro)

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1. He's twenty-five, he's sick and tired, it's time to try the other side,

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the B&I to paradise, to sergeants and their men.

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He's never been to Dun Na Ri, combed the beaches after three,

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chips and beer and greenery, brothers one and all.

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He signed and took the soldiers crest, a decent man in battle dress,

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when bugles blow you do your best, for sergeants and their men.

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All for the roses, over the sea.

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2. He's way ahead, he's second to none, with his fabrique nationali gun,

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marching bands with Saxon blood, sergeants and their men.

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They landed with the sinking sun, an invasion by the media run,

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they covered up and they kissed with tongues,

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sergeants and their men.

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But the phantom gunner danced the end,

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and battered human bodies bled,

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they butchered us, we butchered them, sergeants and their men.

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All for the roses, over the sea.

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All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.

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3. Now a flower of sleep grows on his grave,

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forgotten soon the cowards and the brave,

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but the coldest hate still lives today, for sergeants and their men.

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All for the roses, over the sea.

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All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.

(orig. = capo 1st) (Christy Moore)