Neck - McAlpine's Fusiliers текст песни

Twas down the glen came McAlpine s men
With their shovels slung behind them
Ah- twas in the pub that they drank the sub
Or down in the spike you ll find them
Well 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 Fusileers!
I stripped to the skin with Darkie Finn
Way down upon The Isle of Grain
With Horse-face Toole
I learnt the rule:
No money if you stop for rain!
For McAlpines God is a well-filled hod
Your shoulders cut-to-bits and seared
And woe to he who went to look for tea!
With McAlpine s Fusileers!
I remember the day that The Bear O Shea
Fell into a concrete stairs
What Horse-Face said when he saw him dead:
It wasn t what The Rich call prayers!
I m a navvy short! was the one retort
That fell unto my ears
When the going is rough then you must be tough!
With McAlpine s Fusileers!
I worked til the sweat near had me bet
With Russian, Czech and Pole
At shuttering jams up in the hydro-dams
Or underneath The Thames in a hole!
I ve grafted hard, and I ve got me cards
And many a gangers fist across me ears
So if you pride your life, don t join by Christ
With McAlpines Fusileers!