Mcalpines Fusiliers

The Dubliners

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Tom:
A D A E A All down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them
A D 'Twas in the pub that they drank their sup and up in the spike you'll find them
A D They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer
A D A E A And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers [Verse 2]
A D A E A I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn way down upon the Isle of Grain
D With the horsefaced Toole, 'cos I knew the rule, no money if you stopped for rain.
A D McAlpine's God was a well filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
A D A E A And woe to he who went to look for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers [Verse 3]
A D A E A I remember the day that Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs.
A D What Horseface said when he saw him dead well it wasn't what the rich called prayers.
A D I'm a navvy short was the one retort that reached unto my ears
A D A E A When the going is rough well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers [Instrumental Break]
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A D A E A [Verse 4]
A D A E A I've worked 'til the sweat has had'n me bet, with Russian, Czech and Pole.
A D On shuddering jams up at the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
A D I've grafted hard and I've got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
A D A E A If you pride your life don't join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers
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Composição: Jörgen Elofsson

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