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Howdy, folks!

I could've sworn I'd uploaded this song, but apparently not. This was the very first song I heard from them. I know it's a cover, I'm just saying, it happened to be the first song I - Nevermind...

Enjoy the song. It's from the album With All Due Respect.

--Lyrics--

As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
T'was was in the pub that they drank their sub
Or out in the spite you will find them
They sweated blood, they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
Now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
Way down on the Isle of Grain
With a Horseface Tool, I knew the rule: No money if you stop for rain
For McAlpine's 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 Fusiliers

I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea,
Fell into the 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 his one retort
That reached unto my ears
When the going gets rough, well you must be tough, with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I've worked till the sweat, it had me bet
With Russian, Czech and Pole
At shutterin' jams, in the Hydro Dams
or underneath the Thames in a hole
I grafted hard, and I got my cards
and many a ganger's fist across my ears
And if you pride your life, don't join, by Christ, McAlpine's Fusiliers!