Mc Alpine's Fusiliers Lyrics

Song	Mc Alpine's Fusiliers
Artist	Des Kelly
Album	The Irish Folk Collection, vol.1
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[00:03.16]	The craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn't leave the Crown
[00:06.69]	With glasses flying and Biddys crying 'cause Paddy was going to town
[00:11.44]	Her mother dear(?) I'm over here and i'm never going back
[00:14.79]	What keeps me here is the reek o' beer, the women and the craic
[00:18.67]	As down the glen came McAlpine's men
[00:22.62]	With their shovels slung behind them
[00:27.09]	It was in the pub that they drank their sub
[00:31.38]	and up in the spike you'll find them
[00:35.58]	They sweated blood and they washed down mud
[00:39.80]	With pints and quarts of beer
[00:43.96]	And now we're on the road again
[00:47.80]	with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[00:52.40]	I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
[00:56.55]	Way down on the Isle of Grain
[01:00.72]	With Horseface Toole,well,you knew the rules
[01:04.88]	No money if you stop for rain
[01:09.16]	McAlpine's god was a well filled hod
[01:13.25]	Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
[01:17.47]	And woe to he that looks for tea
[01:21.33]	with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[01:58.76]	I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea
[02:03.03]	Fell into a concrete stairs
[02:07.17]	What Horseface said, when he saw him dead,
[02:11.21]	Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
[02:15.43]	"I'm a navvy short," was the one retort
[02:19.56]	That reached unto my ears
[02:23.63]	When the going is rough, well you must be tough
[02:27.41]	with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[02:32.13]	I've worked till the sweat near had me bet
[02:35.93]	With Russian, Czech and Pole
[02:40.21]	At shuttering jams up in the Hydro Dams
[02:44.41]	or underneath the Thames in a hole
[02:48.52]	I grafted hard and I got me cards
[02:52.68]	and many a ganger's fist across me ears
[02:56.72]	If you pride your life,well , don't work and scr，
[03:00.70]	with McAlpine's Fusiliers!
[03:05.05]	If you pride your life,well , don't join and scr,
[03:08.97]	with McAlpine's Fusiliers!

[00:03.16]	The craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn' t leave the Crown
[00:06.69]	With glasses flying and Biddys crying ' cause Paddy was going to town
[00:11.44]	Her mother dear? I' m over here and i' m never going back
[00:14.79]	What keeps me here is the reek o' beer, the women and the craic
[00:18.67]	As down the glen came McAlpine' s men
[00:22.62]	With their shovels slung behind them
[00:27.09]	It was in the pub that they drank their sub
[00:31.38]	and up in the spike you' ll find them
[00:35.58]	They sweated blood and they washed down mud
[00:39.80]	With pints and quarts of beer
[00:43.96]	And now we' re on the road again
[00:47.80]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers
[00:52.40]	I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
[00:56.55]	Way down on the Isle of Grain
[01:00.72]	With Horseface Toole, well, you knew the rules
[01:04.88]	No money if you stop for rain
[01:09.16]	McAlpine' s god was a well filled hod
[01:13.25]	Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
[01:17.47]	And woe to he that looks for tea
[01:21.33]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers
[01:58.76]	I remember the day that the Bear O' Shea
[02:03.03]	Fell into a concrete stairs
[02:07.17]	What Horseface said, when he saw him dead,
[02:11.21]	Well it wasn' t what the rich call prayers
[02:15.43]	" I' m a navvy short," was the one retort
[02:19.56]	That reached unto my ears
[02:23.63]	When the going is rough, well you must be tough
[02:27.41]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers
[02:32.13]	I' ve worked till the sweat near had me bet
[02:35.93]	With Russian, Czech and Pole
[02:40.21]	At shuttering jams up in the Hydro Dams
[02:44.41]	or underneath the Thames in a hole
[02:48.52]	I grafted hard and I got me cards
[02:52.68]	and many a ganger' s fist across me ears
[02:56.72]	If you pride your life, well , don' t work and scr,
[03:00.70]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers!
[03:05.05]	If you pride your life, well , don' t join and scr,
[03:08.97]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers!

[00:03.16]	The craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn' t leave the Crown
[00:06.69]	With glasses flying and Biddys crying ' cause Paddy was going to town
[00:11.44]	Her mother dear? I' m over here and i' m never going back
[00:14.79]	What keeps me here is the reek o' beer, the women and the craic
[00:18.67]	As down the glen came McAlpine' s men
[00:22.62]	With their shovels slung behind them
[00:27.09]	It was in the pub that they drank their sub
[00:31.38]	and up in the spike you' ll find them
[00:35.58]	They sweated blood and they washed down mud
[00:39.80]	With pints and quarts of beer
[00:43.96]	And now we' re on the road again
[00:47.80]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers
[00:52.40]	I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
[00:56.55]	Way down on the Isle of Grain
[01:00.72]	With Horseface Toole, well, you knew the rules
[01:04.88]	No money if you stop for rain
[01:09.16]	McAlpine' s god was a well filled hod
[01:13.25]	Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
[01:17.47]	And woe to he that looks for tea
[01:21.33]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers
[01:58.76]	I remember the day that the Bear O' Shea
[02:03.03]	Fell into a concrete stairs
[02:07.17]	What Horseface said, when he saw him dead,
[02:11.21]	Well it wasn' t what the rich call prayers
[02:15.43]	" I' m a navvy short," was the one retort
[02:19.56]	That reached unto my ears
[02:23.63]	When the going is rough, well you must be tough
[02:27.41]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers
[02:32.13]	I' ve worked till the sweat near had me bet
[02:35.93]	With Russian, Czech and Pole
[02:40.21]	At shuttering jams up in the Hydro Dams
[02:44.41]	or underneath the Thames in a hole
[02:48.52]	I grafted hard and I got me cards
[02:52.68]	and many a ganger' s fist across me ears
[02:56.72]	If you pride your life, well , don' t work and scr,
[03:00.70]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers!
[03:05.05]	If you pride your life, well , don' t join and scr,
[03:08.97]	with McAlpine' s Fusiliers!

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