Mcalpines Fusiliers Lyrics - The High Kings

As down the glen came McAlpine's men 

With their shovels slung behind them 

'Twas in the pub 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 Darky Flynn 

Down upon the Isle of Grain 

With the Horseface Toole, sure I knew the rules 

No money if you stop for rain 

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McAlpine's God was a well filled hod 

Your shoulders cut to bits and seared 

And woe to he who to looks for tea 

With McAlpine's fusiliers 

Hoo-wheey-ho 

Hooo-ho 

Hoo-wheey-ho 

Hooo-ho 

I remember the day when the Bear O'Shea 

Fell into a concrete stairs 

What the Horseface said, when he found him dead 

Well, it wasn't what the rich call prayers 

I'm a navvy short was the one retort 

That reached unto my ears 

When the going is rough, well you must be tough 

With McAlpine's fusiliers 

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Hoo-wheey-ho 

Hooo-ho 

Hoo-wheey-ho 

Hooo-ho 

Hoo-wheey-ho 

Hooo-ho 

Hoo-wheey-ho 

Hooo-ho 

I've worked till the sweat when it had me bet 

With Russians, Czechs and Poles 

On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams 

Or underneath the Thames in a hole 

I grafted hard and I've got me cards 

And many a ganger's fist across me ears 

If you value your life, well don't join by Christ 

With McAlpine's fusiliers 

If you value your life, well don't join by Christ 

With McAlpine's fusiliers