There's a dashin' sort of boy <br />Which they call his Party's Joy, <br />And his smile-that-won't-come-off would quite disarm ye; <br />And he played the leadin' hand <br />In the Helter-Skelter Band, <br />Known as Jimmy Dooley's Circulating Army. <br />When the rank and file they found, <br />They were marchin' round and round, <br />They one and all began to act unruly; <br />And the letter that he wrote, <br />Sure it got the Labor goat, <br />So we set ourselves to deal with Captain Dooley. <br /> <br />Chorus <br />Whill-il-loo. High Ho! <br />We'll all be there you know, <br />The repartees and ructions they will charm ye; <br />And we'll see which we prefer, <br />Is it Dooley or McGirr, <br />To take command of Jimmy Dooley's Army. <br /> <br />When we're marchin' to the poll, <br />And we're under his control, <br />We sometimes feel a trifle unsalubrious; <br />For by one and all 'twas said <br />That if our objective's Red, <br />To call it claret-coloured makes us dubious. <br />Sure, the Fat Men one fine day <br />They chanced to come our way, <br />And we thought that we should bate them well and trooly; <br />But we let them pass us by <br />And not half a brick did fly, <br />'Twas then we tore our tickets up on Dooley. <br /> <br />Chorus <br />Whill-il-loo. High Ho! <br />We'll all be there you know, <br />The repartees and ructions they will charm ye; <br />And we'll see which we prefer, <br />Is it Dooley or McGirr, <br />To take command of Jimmy Dooley's Army. <br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jimmy-dooley-s-army/
