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Dubliners, The - Mcalpine's Fusiliers lyrics
Spoken:
 'Twas in the year of 'thirty-nine when the sky was full of lead
 When Hitler was heading for Poland, and Paddy for Holyhead
 Come all you pincher laddies and you long-distance men
 Don't ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpey, or John Laing
 You'll stand behind a mixer until your skin is turned to tan
 And they'll say, Good on you, Paddy, with your boat fare in your hand
 Oh, the craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn't leave the Crown
 With glasses flying and Biddys crying 'cause Paddy was going to town
 Oh mother dear, I'm over here and I'm never coming back
 What keeps me here is the reek o' beer, the ladies and the craic
 I come from county Kerry, the land of eggs and bacon
 And if you think I'll eat your fish and chips,
 oh dear, then you're mistaken...
 Break out singing:
 As down the glen came McAlpine's men
 With their shovels slung behind them
 It was in the pub that they drank their sub
 Or down in the spike you'll find them
 We sweated blood and we washed down mud
 With quarts and pints of beer
 But now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers
 Dubliners, The - Mcalpine's Fusiliers - http://motolyrics.com/dubliners-the/mcalpines-fusiliers-lyrics.html
 I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
 Way down upon the Isle of Grain
 With Horseface Toole I learned the rule
 No money if you stop for rain
 For McAlpine's god is a well filled hod
 Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
 And woe to he who looks for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers
 I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea
 Fell into a concrete stairs
 What Horseface said, when he saw him dead,
 Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
 "I'm a navvy short," was his one retort
 That reached unto my ears
 When the going is rough, well you must be tough, with McAlpine's Fusiliers
 I've worked till the sweat near had me bet
 With Russian, Czech and Pole
 At shuttering jams up in the Hydro Dams
 or underneath the Thames in a hole
 I grafted hard and I 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!








