Here's the words of the song mentoned by Ewan MacVicar on 01 Aug 02, from the Pogues 3rd album: titled only part of a "Medley" and "trad".

As I was walking down the road,
a feeling fine and larky-O,
A recruiting sergeant came up to me,
Says you'd look fine in khaki-O,
For the King he is in need of men,
Come read this proclamation-O,
A life in Flanders for you then,
Would be a fine vacation-O,

That may be so says I to him,
But tell me sergeant dearie-O,
If I had a pack stuck up on my back,
Would I look fine and cheerie-O?
For they'd have you train and drill until,
They had you one of Frenchies-O,
It may be warm in Flanders,
it's draughty in the trenches-O,

The sergeant smiled and winked his eye,
His smile was most provoking-O,
He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache,
Says he you're only joking-O,
For the sandbags are so warm and high,
The wind you won't feel blowing-O,
I winked at a colleen passing by,
Says I, what if it's snowing-O?

Come rain or hail or wind or snow,
I'm not going out to Flanders-O,
There's fighting in Dublin to be done,
Let your sergeants and your commanders go,
Let Englishmen fight English wars,
It's nearly time they started-O,
I saluted the sergeant a very good night,
And there and then we parted-O.