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Salonika

From The Longest Song Wiki

This piece originated in Cork during the First World War. Its author is unknown, and the earliest text record of it appears in Tomas o'Canainn's Down Erin's Lovely Lee (1978). The song gradually fell into obscurity in the aftermath of World War II before being rediscovered and popularized in the 1970s by Irish folk singer Jimmy Crowley. Crowley learned it from Stoker's Lodge bandmate Mick Murphy's grandmother, Helena Ronayne.[1]

In April 2020, The Longest Johns released a video of their version of the song in collaboration with Dutch banjo player Sjoerd Van Ravenzwaaij.

Factoids

According to Crowley, the song represents two female perspectives on the war: that of the "separas" — women who received separation pay from the British government while their husbands were away at war — and that of the wives of "slackers", a pejorative term for men who refused to enlist for nationalist reasons[2].

Salonika is a former name of Thessaloniki, a port city in Greece that during World War I was home to an Allied military base. The base was central to the Allies' establishment of the Macedonian front (also called the Salonika front) against Bulgaria.[3]

Foxy head refers to red hair.

Dicky Glue was the name of a well-known Cork pawnbroker.[4]

Lyrics

These lyrics are based on the version performed by the Longest Johns in their livestreams.

Oh, me husband's in Salonika
I wonder if he's dead
I wonder if he knows he's got
A kid with a foxy head

{Chorus}
So right away
So right away
So right away, Salonika
Right away, me soldier boy

And when the war is over
What will the soldiers do?
They'll be hobblin' around with a leg and a half
And the slackers, they will have two

{Chorus}

Well, they takes us up the Phoeno
And lays us on the grass
Puts us in the family way
And then leaves us on our ass

{Chorus}

Well, there's lino in the parlor
And in the kitchen, too
A glass-back chiffonier
That we got from Dicky Glue

{Chorus}

And when the war is over
What will the slackers do?
They'll be hanging around the soldiers
For the loan of a bob or two

{Chorus}

Well, now first they taxed the sugar
And then they taxed the tea
And then they brought conscript-i-on
And took me man away

{Chorus}

Well, they taxed the pound of butter
And they taxed the ha'penny buns
You'd think with all the taxes
They could beat the bleedin' Huns!

{Chorus}

Well, now don't you marry a copper
A soldier or a marine
Politician, banker —
Ladies, keep your conscience clean!

{Chorus}

And when the war is over
What will the soldiers do?
For every kid in America
In Dublin there'll be two

{Chorus}

[Dave, falsetto:] Oh, me husband's in Salonika
[JD, bass:] I wonder if he's dead
[Andy:] I wonder if he knows he's got
[All:] A kid with a foxy head

{Chorus}

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