Oh, we marched all over Ireland
And over England too,
We've eaten everything they had-It's mostly Irish Stew.
We landed in North Africa
They told us what to do,
We went right into battle
And fed on Irish Stew.
Oh, first we took the town Oran
And then we took Arzew
And as reward for taking them
They gave us Irish Stew.
We fought around Tebourba
And when the fight was through
We took a break and settled down
To mess of Irish Stew.
Oh, soon boys we'll take Tunis
And cross the ocean blue,
And what do you think they'll feed us then?
