The Rumjacks - Mcalpines fusiliers lyrics

As down the glen came McAlpines men
With their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find them
They sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
As down the glen came McAlpines men
With their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find them
They sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road
Again with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn
Way down upon the Isle of Grain
Wi' that horsed Face O'Toole, sure
We knew the rule
No money if you stopped for rain
McAlpine's God was a well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bit's and seared
And woe to he who looked
For tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I remember the day that Bear O'Shea
Fell into a concrete stairs
What Horse Face said when he saw him dead
It wasn't what the rich called prayers
I'm a navvy short was the one
Retort that reached unto my ears
When the going's rough
Sure you must be tough
With McAlpine's Fusiliers
I've worked 'til the sweat nearly
Had me bet, with Russian, czech and Pole
On shuddering jams up the hydro dams or
Underneath the Thames in a hole
I've grabbed it hard and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist across me ears
If you pride your life don't join by Christ
With McAlpine's Fusiliers