Mcalpines Fusiliers

#1: All down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank their sup 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 #2: I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn way down upon the Isle of Grain With the horsefaced Toole, 'cos I 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 went to look for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers #3: I remember the day that Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs. What Horseface said when he saw him dead well 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 is rough well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers Instrumental Break: #4: I've worked 'til the sweat has had'n me bet, with Russian, Czech and Pole. On shuddering jams up at 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