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.

McAlpines Fusiliers lyrics and chords

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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