McAlpine's Fusilers-The Dubliners

[00:01.79]As down the glen came McAlpine's men [00:07.19]With their shovels slung behind them [00:11.88]That was in the pub they drank the sub [00:16.46]And up in the spike you'll find them [00:20.83]They sweated blood and they washed down mud [00:25.03]With pints and quarts of beer [00:29.07]And now we're on the road again [00:33.35]With McAlpine's Fusiliers [00:37.99]I stripped to the skin with the Darky Finn [00:41.94]Way down upon the Isle of Grain [00:46.46]With the Horseface Toole and I knew the rule [00:50.52]No money if you stop for rain [00:54.67]McAlpine's god was a well filled hod [00:58.68]Your shoulders cut to bits and seared [01:02.91]And woe to he who looks for tea [01:07.02]With McAlpine's Fusiliers [01:11.14]I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea [01:15.19]Fell into a concrete stairs [01:19.34]What the Horseface said when he saw him dead [01:23.10]Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers [01:27.19]I'm a navvy short was the one retort [01:31.24]That reached unto my ears [01:35.15]When the going is rough well you must be tough [01:38.93]With McAlpine's Fusiliers [01:42.32] [02:14.45]I've worked till the sweat has had me bet [02:18.16]With Russian Czech and Pole [02:22.05]On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams [02:25.80]Or underneath the Thames in a hole [02:29.61]I grafted hard and I've got me cards [02:33.43]And many a gangers fist across me ears [02:37.17]If you pride your life don't join by Christ [02:41.09]With McAlpine's Fusiliers [02:43.96]