(intro) GAGADADA
He's twenty-five, he's sick and tired, it's time to try the other side,
DAGAA7
the B&I to paradise, to sergeants and their men.
DADA
He's never been to Dun Na Ri, combed the beaches after three,
DAGAA7
chips and beer and greenery, brothers one and all.
DADA
He signed and took the soldiers crest, a decent man in battle dress,
DAGAA7
when bugles blow you do your best, for sergeants and their men.
EmADEmADGA
All for the roses, over the sea.
DADA
He's way ahead, he's second to none, with his fabrique nationali gun,
DAGAA7
marching bands with Saxon blood, sergeants and their men.
DADA
They landed with the sinking sun, an invasion by the media run,
DA
they covered up and they kissed with tongues,
GAA7
sergeants and their men.
DA
But the phantom gunner danced the end,
DA
and battered human bodies bled,
DAGAA7
they butchered us, we butchered them, sergeants and their men.
EmADEmAD
All for the roses, over the sea.
GAEmAD
All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.
( DADADAGA ) (2x)
DA
Now a flower of sleep grows on his grave,
DA
forgotten soon the cowards and the brave,
DAGAA7
but the coldest hate still lives today, for sergeants and their men.
EmADEmAD
All for the roses, over the sea.
GAEmAD
All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.