Luke Kelly - Mcalpines fusiliers

As d^Cown the glen came McA^Flpine's men With their ^Cshovels ^Gslung behi^Cnd them 'Twas ^Cin the pub they d^Frank the sub And ^Fup in the ^C/Espike you'll f^Find them They ^Csweated blood and they ^Fwashed down mud With ^Fpints and ^C/Equarts of ^Fbeer And ^Cnow we're on the ^Froad again With ^CMcAlpine's ^Gfusili^Cers

^CI stripped to the skin with ^FDarky Flynn Way d^Cown upon the I^Gsle of Gr^Cain With the ^CHorseface Toole then I ^Fknew the rule No ^Fmoney if you ^C/Estop for ^Frain ^CMcAlpine's God was a ^Fwell filled hod Your ^Fshoulders cut to ^C/Ebits and ^Fseared And w^Coe to he, he who ^Flooks for tea With M^CcAlpine's ^Gfusili^Cers

^CI remember the day that the ^FBear O'Shea Fell ^Cinto a con^Gcrete s^Ctairs What the ^CHorseface said, when he ^Fsaw him dead ^FWell, it wasn't what the ^C/Erich call ^Fprayers I'm a ^Cnavvy short was the o^Fne retort That ^Freached u^C/Ento my e^Fars When the ^Cgoing is rough, well you ^Fmust be tough With M^CcAlpine's f^Gusili^Cers

^CI've worked 'till the sweat has ^Fhad me bet With R^Cussian, C^Gzech and ^CPole ^COn shuddering jams up in the ^Fhydro dams Or u^Fnderneath the ^C/EThames in a ^Fhole ^CI grafted hard and I^F've got me cards And ^Fmany a ganger's f^C/Eist across me ^Fears If you ^Cpride your life, don't ^Fjoin by Christ With ^CMcAlpine's fu^Gsili^Cers ^{C G C}