Song Words Without The Chords
When I was young and in my prime I thought I'd take a chance,
Join with my companions and fight the war
in France,
John Redmond says when peace has come, Old Ireland will be free
When you return brave heroes from the
war with Germany
And in my dreams I see them still come marching down the years The boys that stood beside mew in the Dublin fusiliers
There was Johnny Roach from Dolphins Barn and Micko from ringsend,
And Willy Doyle from Dalky town none better as
a friend
We marched together through the mud the likes you never seen
And as we passed we sang a song ''The Wearing
Of The Green''
And in my dreams I see them still come marching down the hill
The boys that stood beside me in the Dublin
fusiliers
Poor Micko fell at messin ridge while trying to take the hill
A German bullet brought him down, his body cold and
still
And Johnny Roach and Willie Doyle though they were never found
Like thousands they still lie today beneath the
battle ground
And in my dreams I see them still, come marching down the hill,
The boys that stood beside me in the Dublin
fusiliers
Now I no more not wanted here stranger in my home
I sit alone in my backyard and watch the sun go down
But medals
are no good to you when you are old and grey
And the taste of gas upon your lips will never go away
And in my dreams
I see them still, come marching down the hill
The boys that stood beside me in the Dublin fusiliers
