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McAlpines Fusiliers - The Rumjacks
Written by：The Rumjacks

As down the glen came Mcalpines men with their shovels slung behind them

Twas in the pub that drank the sub

And up on 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 darkie Flynn way down upon the isle of grain

With that horsed face o'toole sure we knew the rule
No money if you stopped for rain

Mcalpine's god was a well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared

And woe to he who looked for tea with mcalpine's fusiliers

I remember the day that bear o'shea fell into a concrete stairs

What horse face said when he saw him dead

It wasn't what the rich called prayers
I'm a navvy short was the one retort that reached unto my ears

When the going's rough sure you must be tough with mcalpine's fusiliers

I've worked till the sweat nearly had me bet with Russian Czech and Pole

On shuddering jams up the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole

I've grabbed it hard
And I've 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

If you pride your life don't join by Christ with mcalpine's fusiliers