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[ar:The Dubliners]
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[00:00.00]McAlpine's Fusiliers - The Dubliners
[00:03.17]As down the glen came McAlpine's men
[00:08.74]With their shovels slung behind them
[00:13.61]'Twas in the pub they drank the sub
[00:18.11]And up in the spike you'll find them
[00:22.56]They sweated blood and they washed down mud
[00:26.89]With pints and quarts of beer
[00:31.24]And now we're on the road again
[00:35.33]With McAlpine's fusiliers
[00:39.82]I stripped to the skin with Darky Flynn
[00:44.11]Way down upon the isle of grain
[00:48.37]With the Horseface Toole then I knew the rule
[00:52.58]No money if you stop for rain
[00:56.87]McAlpine's God was a well filled hod
[01:00.87]Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
[01:05.02]And woe to he who to looks for tea
[01:09.28]With McAlpine's fusiliers
[01:13.43]I remember the day that the Bear O'shea
[01:17.59]Fell into a concrete stairs
[01:21.66]What the Horseface said when he saw him dead
[01:25.73]Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
[01:29.66]I'm a navvy short was the one retort
[01:33.80]That reached unto my ears
[01:37.58]When the going is rough well you must be tough
[01:41.68]With McAlpine's fusiliers
[02:17.40]I've worked till the sweat has had me bet
[02:21.25]With Russian Czech and Pole
[02:25.17]On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams
[02:28.75]Or underneath the Thames in a hole
[02:32.87]I grafted hard and I've got me cards
[02:36.64]And many a ganger's fist across me ears
[02:40.43]If you pride your life don't join by Christ
[02:44.23]With McAlpine's fusiliers