
Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Song language: English
McAlpines Fusiliers |
As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them |
'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you’ll find them |
They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer |
As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them |
'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you’ll find them |
They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer |
And now we’re on the road again with McAlpine’s Fusiliers |
I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn way down upon the Isle of Grain |
Wi' that horsed Face O’Toole, sure we knew the rule, no money if you stopped |
for rain |
McAlpine’s God was a well filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared |
And woe to he who looked for tea with McAlpine’s Fusiliers |
I remember the day that Bear O’Shea fell into a concrete stairs |
What Horse Face said when he saw him dead it wasn’t what the rich called prayers |
I’m a navvy short was the one retort that reached unto my ears |
When the going’s rough, sure you must be tough with McAlpine’s Fusiliers |
I’ve worked 'til the sweat nearly had me bet, with Russian, Czech and Pole |
On shuddering jams up the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole |
I’ve grabbed it hard and I’ve got me cards and many a ganger’s fist across me |
ears |
If you pride your life don’t join by Christ, with McAlpine’s Fusiliers |
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