Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day
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From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away.
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They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging main,
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To fight in bloody battle in the sunny land of Spain.
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Fare thee well Enniskillen, fare thee well for a while
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And all around the borders of Erin's green isle;
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And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom
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And you'll all welcome home your Enniskillen Dragoons.
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Oh Spain it is a gallant land where wine and ale flow free
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There's lots of lovely women there to dandle on your knee
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And often in a tavern there we'd make the rafters ring
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When every soldier in the house would raise his glass and sing
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Well we fought for Ireland's glory there and many a man did fall
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From musket and from bayonet and from thundering cannon ball
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And many a foeman we laid low, amid the battle throng
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And as we prepared for action you would often hear this song
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Well now the fighting's over and for home we have set sail,
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Our flag above this lofty ship is fluttering in the gale:
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They've given us a pension boys of fourpence each a day
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And when we reach Enniskillen never more.we'll have to say.
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Fare Thee Well Inniskillen
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| The Town Pants |
