Mcalpines Fusiliers

歌詞

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 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 Hoo-ho Hoo-wheey-ho Hoo-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 Hoo-wheey-ho Hoo-ho Hoo-wheey-ho Hoo-ho Hoo-wheey-ho Hoo-ho Hoo-wheey-ho Hoo-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