Mcalpine’s fuseliers

G G G C C G C G
G G C D C C G C C
G G C D C C G C C
G G C C G D G G

. G C
1. As down the glen came McAlpine's men,
. G D G
with their shovels slung behind them.
. C
It was in the pub that they drank their sub,
. G C
and up in the spike you'll find them.
. G C
They sweated blood and they washed down mud,
. G C
with pints and quarts of beer.
. G C
But now we're on the road again,
. G D G
with McAlpine's Fusiliers.

. G C
2. I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn,
. G D G
way down upon the Isle of Grain.
. C
With a Horse-face Toole, then I knew the rule,
. G C
no money if you stop for rain.
. G C
For McAlpine's God is a well-filled hod,
. G C
with your shoulders cut to bits and seared.
. G C
And woe to he who looks for tea,
. G D G
with McAlpine's Fusiliers.

. G C
3. I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea,
. G D G
fell into a concrete stairs.
. C
What Horse-face said, when he saw him dead,
. G C
well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.

. G C
I'm a navvy short, was the one retort,
. G C
that reached unto my ears.
. G C
When the going is rough, well you must be tough,
. G D G
With McAlpine's Fusiliers.

. G C
4. I've worked till the sweat near had me beat,
. G D G
with Russian, Czech and Pole.
. C
As shuttering jams up in the hydro dams,
. G C
or underneath the Themse in a hole.
. G C
I grabbed them hard and I got niggard,
. G C
and many a ganger sits upon me ears.
. G C
If you pride your life, don't join by Christ,
. G D G
with McAlpine's Fusiliers.