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As down the glen rode McAlpine's men With their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub, that they drank their sub And it's up in the spike you will find them Well, they sweated blood and washed down mud With pints and quarts of beer And now we are on the road again God damn and blast their ears I stripped to the skin with Darky Fynn Down upon the Isle of Grain With Horseface Toole, now I knew the rule No bonus if you stop for rain McAlpine's god was the well filled hod With your shoulders cut to bits and seared And woe to he went to look for tea With McAlpine's fusiliers I've worked till sweat, has had me bet With Russian, Czech and Pole On shuttered jams up in the hydro dams And down beneath the Thames in a hole I've grafted hard and got me cards And many's a gangers fist across me ears When the going is rough, you must be tough With McAlpine's fusiliers Songtexte I remember the day, the bear O'Shae Fell into a concrete stairs What horseface said, when he saw 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 So if you pride your life, don't join by christ With McAlpine's fusiliers Aus Songtexte Mania