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As down the glen came men
their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub they the sub
And up in the spike find them

They blood and they washed down mud
With pints and of beer
And now we're on the again
McAlpine's fusiliers

I stripped to the skin Darky Flynn
upon the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, sure I the rules
No money if you stop for

McAlpine's God was a well hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and
And woe to he who to for tea
McAlpine's fusiliers

I remember the day the Bear O'Shea
into a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he found him
Well, it wasn't what the call prayers

I'm a navvy short was the one
That reached my ears
When the going is rough, you must be tough
McAlpine's fusiliers

I've worked the sweat when it had me bet
With Russians, and Poles
On jams up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the in a hole
I grafted and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist across me
If you value your life, well don't by Christ
McAlpine's fusiliers
If you value your life, well join by Christ
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