McAlpine's Fusiliers

Melody -

1. As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
It was in the pub that they drank their sub
Or down in the spike you'll find them
We sweated blood and we washed down mud
With quarts and pints of beer
But now we're on the road again
With McAlpine's Fusiliers.

2. I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
Down upon the Isle of Grain
With Horseface Toole I learned the rule,
No money if you stop for rain
For McAlpine's god is a well filled hod
With your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who looks for tea
With McAlpine's Fusilers.
  3. I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea fell
Into a concrete stair
What Horseface said, when he saw him dead, well
It wasn't what the rich call prayers
"I'm a navvy short" was his one retort
That reached into my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be tough
With McAlpine's Fusiliers.

4. I've worked till the sweat near had me beat
With Russian, Czech and Pole
At shuttering jams up in the hydro dams or underneath
The Thames in a hole
I grafted hard and I 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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