[C]He's twenty-five,[G] he's sick and tired
It's[C] time to try[G] the other side
[C]The B &[G] I to paradise
To[C]
sergeants and[G] their men.
He's never been to Dun Na Ri
Nor combed the beaches after three
Chips and beer and greenery
Sergeants and their
men.
He signed and took the soldiers crest
A decent man in battle dress
When bugles blow you do your best
for Sergeants
and their men.
It's[C] all for the roses, it's[G] over the[C] sea
It's[F] all for the[C] roses,[G] Finglas[C] boys to be.
He's way ahead, he's second to none
With his fabrique nationali gun
Marching bands with Saxon blood
Sergeants
and their men.
They landed with the sinking sun
An invasion by the media run
They covered up and kissed with tongues
Sergeants
and their men.
But the phantom gunner danced the end
Battered human bodies bled
They butchered us, we butchered them
Sergeants
and their men.
It's all for the roses, it's over the sea
It's all for the roses, Finglas boys to be.
But a flower of sleep grows on his grave
Forgotten soon, the cowards and the brave
But the coldest hate still lives today
for Sergeants and their men.
It's all for the roses, it's over the sea
It's all for the roses, Finglas boys to be.
