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Twas down the glen came McAlpine s men

With their shovels slung behind them

Ah- twas in the pub that they drank the sub

Or down in the spike you ll find them

Well 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 Fusileers!

I stripped to the skin with Darkie Finn

Way down upon The Isle of Grain

With Horse-face Toole

I learnt the rule:

No money if you stop for rain!

For McAlpines God is a well-filled hod

Your shoulders cut-to-bits and seared

And woe to he who went to look for tea!

With McAlpine s Fusileers!

I remember the day that The Bear O Shea

Fell into a concrete stairs

What Horse-Face said when he saw him dead:

It wasn t what The Rich call prayers!

I m a navvy short! was the one retort

That fell unto my ears

When the going is rough then you must be tough!

With McAlpine s Fusileers!

I worked til 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 ve grafted hard, and I ve got me cards

And many a gangers fist across me ears

So if you pride your life, don t join by Christ

With McAlpines Fusileers!

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