Mcalpines Fusiliers

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[Verse 1]
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Oh it's down the glen came McAlpine’s men with their shovels slung behind them.
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'Twas in the pub they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them .
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They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer.
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And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers.


[Verse 2]
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I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn down in the Isle of Grain.
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With Horse Face O'Toole, sure I knew the rule, no money if you stopped for rain.
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McAlpine's God was a well-filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
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And woe to he wh’went look for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers.

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[Verse 3]
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I remember that day when the Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs.
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What the Horse Face said when he found him dead well it wasn't what the rich called prayers.
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“I'm a navvy short” was the one retort that reached unto my ears.
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And when the goin’ gets rough well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers

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[Verse 4]
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I've worked 'til the sweat well it had me bet, with Russians, Czechs and Poles.
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On shuddering jams in the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
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I grafted hard and I got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
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If you value your life well don’t join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers.

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And if you value your life well don’t join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers.