McAlpine’s Fusiliers – lyrics and chords

The chords to McAlpine’s Fusiliers are presented here in the key of D major. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys. The lyrics capture the mood amongst the Irish people at the mass migration of labourers leaving Ireland to get work in England.

 
D 
As down the glen came Mc
G 
Alpine’s men with their  
D 
shovels 
 
 
A 
slung 
 
be
D 
hind 
 
them
 
‘Twas in the pub that they  
G 
drank their sup or  
Bm 
down in the spike you will  
G 
find 
 
them.
 
They  
D 
sweated blood and they  
G 
washed down mud with  
Bm 
pints and quarts of  
G 
beer
 
And  
D 
now we’re on the  
G 
road again with Mc
D 
Alpine’s 
 
 
A 
Fusi
D 
liers.

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I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
Down upon the Isle of Grain
With Horseface Toole, I learned the rule
No money if you stop for the rain.
For McAlpine’s god is a well-filled hod
With your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he, who looks for tea
With McAlpine’s Fusiliers.

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I remember the day that Bear O’Shea
Fell into a concrete stair
What Horseface said, when he saw him dead
Well it wasn’t what the rich call prayers.
I’m a navy short, was his one retort
That reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be tough
With McAlpine’s Fusiliers.

I’ve worked till the sweat near had me beat
With Russian, Czech and Pole
At shuttering jams up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I grafted hard and I goty me cards and
Many’s a ganger’s first across me ears
If you pride your life, don’t join, by Christ
With McAlpine’s Fusiliers.

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[D]As down the glen came Mc[G]Alpine’s men
With their [D]shovels [A]slung be[D]hind them
‘Twas in the pub that they [G]drank their sup
Or [Bm]down in the spike you will [G]find them.
They [D]sweated blood and they [G]washed down mud
With [Bm]pints and quarts of [G]beer
And [D]now we’re on the [G]road again
With Mc[D]Alpine’s [A]Fusi[D]liers.

I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
Down upon the Isle of Grain
With Horseface Toole, I learned the rule
No money if you stop for the rain.
For McAlpine’s god is a well-filled hod
With your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he, who looks for tea
With McAlpine’s Fusiliers.

I remember the day that Bear O’Shea
Fell into a concrete stair
What Horseface said, when he saw him dead
Well it wasn’t what the rich call prayers.
I’m a navy short, was his one retort
That reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be tough
With McAlpine’s Fusiliers.

I’ve worked till the sweat near had me beat
With Rissian, Czech and Pole
At shuttering jams up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I grafted hard and I goty me cards and
Many’s a ganger’s first across me ears
If you pride your life, don’t join, by Christ
With McAlpine’s Fusiliers.

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McAlpine’s Fusiliers lyrics and chords

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