Mc Alpine's Fusiliers

Song Mc Alpine's Fusiliers
Artist Des Kelly
Album The Irish Folk Collection, vol.1

Lyrics

[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!

Pinyin

[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!