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Mcalpines Fusiliers

๐Ÿ‘ค The High Kings โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Four Friends Live โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:10
๐ŸŽต 1372 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:10 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 12225490

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

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
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

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

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:02.83] As down the glen came McAlpine's men
[00:07.35] With their shovels slung behind them
[00:10.90] 'Twas in the pub they drank the sub
[00:15.52] And up in the spike you'll find them
[00:20.02] They sweated blood and they washed down mud
[00:23.65] With pints and quarts of beer
[00:27.22] And now we're on the road again
[00:31.86] With McAlpine's fusiliers
[00:36.30] I stripped to the skin with Darky Flynn
[00:39.99] Down upon the Isle of Grain
[00:43.65] With the Horseface Toole, sure I knew the rules
[00:48.18] No money if you stop for rain
[00:52.69] McAlpine's God was a well filled hod
[00:56.25] Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
[01:00.84] And woe to he who to looks for tea
[01:04.44] With McAlpine's fusiliers
[01:08.94] Hoo-wheey-ho
[01:11.64] Hooo-ho
[01:13.49] Hoo-wheey-ho
[01:15.34] Hooo-ho
[01:17.11] I remember the day when the Bear O'Shea
[01:20.78] Fell into a concrete stairs
[01:25.22] What the Horseface said, when he found him dead
[01:28.92] Well, it wasn't what the rich call prayers
[01:33.44] I'm a navvy short was the one retort
[01:37.06] That reached unto my ears
[01:40.67] When the going is rough, well you must be tough
[01:45.29] With McAlpine's fusiliers
[01:49.78] Hoo-wheey-ho
[01:51.52] Hooo-ho
[01:54.32] Hoo-wheey-ho
[01:56.18] Hooo-ho
[01:58.18] Hoo-wheey-ho
[01:59.90] Hooo-ho
[02:01.70] Hoo-wheey-ho
[02:04.46] Hooo-ho
[02:21.73] I've worked till the sweat when it had me bet
[02:26.36] With Russians, Czechs and Poles
[02:29.92] On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams
[02:34.55] Or underneath the Thames in a hole
[02:38.15] I grafted hard and I've got me cards
[02:41.78] And many a ganger's fist across me ears
[02:46.27] If you value your life, well don't join by Christ
[02:49.96] With McAlpine's fusiliers
[02:53.57] If you value your life, well don't join by Christ
[02:58.06] With McAlpine's fusiliers
[03:01.62]

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