McAlpine's Fusiliers

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[Verse 1]
As [A]down the glen came Mc[D]Alpine's men
With their [A]shovels [E]slung be[A]hind them
'Twas in the pub they [D]drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find them
They [A]sweated blood
and they [D]washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
And [A]now we're on the [D]road again
With Mc[A]Alpine's [E]fusil[A]iers

[Verse 2]
I [A]stripped to the skin with [D]Darky Flynn
Way [A]down upon the [E]Isle of [A]Grain
With Horseface Toole then I [D]knew the rule
No money if you stop for rain
Mc[A]Alpine's God was a [D]well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And [A]woe to he who to [D]looks for tea
With Mc[A]Alpine's [E]fusil[A]iers

[Verse 3]
I re[A]member the day that the [D]Bear O'Shea
Fell [A]into a [E]concrete [A]stairs
What Horseface said, when he [D]saw him dead
Well, it wasn't what the rich call prayers
I'm a [A]navvy short was the [D]one retort
That reached unto my ears
When the [A]going is rough,
well you [D]must be tough
With Mc[A]Alpine's [E]fusil[A]iers

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 4]
I've [A]worked 'till the sweat has [D]had me bet
With [A]Russian, [E]Czech and [A]Pole
On shuddering jams up in the [D]hydro dams
Or underneath the Thames in a hole
I [A]grafted hard and I've [D]got me cards
And many a ganger's fist across me ears
If you [A]pride your life, don't [D]join by Christ
With Mc[A]Alpine's [E]fusil[A]iers