D [Verse 1] D G D A D Oh it's down the glen came McAlpine’s men with their shovels slung behind them. G D G 'Twas in the pub they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them . D G D G They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer. D G D A D And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers. [Verse 2] D G D A D I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn down in the Isle of Grain. D G D G With Horse Face O'Toole, sure I knew the rule, no money if you stopped for rain. D G D G McAlpine's God was a well-filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared, D G D A D And woe to he wh’went look for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers. [Pre-interlude] Bm Oh way oh oooh Bm Oh way oh oooh [Verse 3] D G D A D I remember that day when the Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs. G D G What the Horse Face said when he found him dead well it wasn't what the rich called prayers. D G D G “I'm a navvy short” was the one retort that reached unto my ears. D G D A D And when the goin’ gets rough well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers [Pre-interlude] Bm Oh way oh oooh Bm Oh way oh oooh Bm Oh way oh oooh Bm Oh way oh oooh [Interlude] D G D A D D G D A D [Verse 4] D G D A D I've worked 'til the sweat well it had me bet, with Russians, Czechs and Poles. G D G On shuddering jams in the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole. D G D G I grafted hard and I got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears. D G D A D If you value your life well don’t join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers. D G D A D And if you value your life well don’t join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers.
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