English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Jimmy Dooley’s Army. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон)

Jimmy Dooley’s Army

There’s a dashin’ sort of boy 
Which they call his Party’s Joy, 
And his smile-that-won’t-come-off would quite disarm ye; 
And he played the leadin’ hand 
In the Helter-Skelter Band, 
Known as Jimmy Dooley’s Circulating Army. 
When the rank and file they found, 
They were marchin’ round and round, 
They one and all began to act unruly; 
And the letter that he wrote, 
Sure it got the Labor goat, 
So we set ourselves to deal with Captain Dooley. 

Chorus 
Whill-il-loo. High Ho! 
We’ll all be there you know, 
The repartees and ructions they will charm ye; 
And we’ll see which we prefer, 
Is it Dooley or McGirr, 
To take command of Jimmy Dooley’s Army. 

When we’re marchin’ to the poll, 
And we’re under his control, 
We sometimes feel a trifle unsalubrious; 
For by one and all ’twas said 
That if our objective’s Red, 
To call it claret-coloured makes us dubious. 
Sure, the Fat Men one fine day 
They chanced to come our way, 
And we thought that we should bate them well and trooly; 
But we let them pass us by 
And not half a brick did fly, 
’Twas then we tore our tickets up on Dooley. 

Chorus 
Whill-il-loo. High Ho! 
We’ll all be there you know, 
The repartees and ructions they will charm ye; 
And we’ll see which we prefer, 
Is it Dooley or McGirr, 
To take command of Jimmy Dooley’s Army.

Andrew Barton Paterson’s other poems:

1. The Rule of the A.J.C.
2. The Road to Hogan’s Gap
3. On the Trek
4. The Passing of Gundagai
5. On Kiley’s Run

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