所属专辑:The Transatlantic Anthology
歌手: The Dubliners
时长: 02:52
As down the glen came McAlpine's men [00:00:01]
With their shovels slung behind them [00:00:07]
That was in the pub they drank the sub [00:00:11]
And up in the spike you'll find them [00:00:16]
They sweated blood and they washed down mud [00:00:20]
With pints and quarts of beer [00:00:25]
And now we're on the road again [00:00:29]
With McAlpine's Fusiliers [00:00:33]
I stripped to the skin with the Darky Finn [00:00:37]
Way down upon the Isle of Grain [00:00:41]
With the Horseface Toole and I knew the rule [00:00:46]
No money if you stop for rain [00:00:50]
McAlpine's god was a well filled hod [00:00:54]
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared [00:00:58]
And woe to he who looks for tea [00:01:02]
With McAlpine's Fusiliers [00:01:07]
I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea [00:01:11]
Fell into a concrete stairs [00:01:15]
What the Horseface said when he saw him dead [00:01:19]
Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers [00:01:23]
I'm a navvy short was the one retort [00:01:27]
That reached unto my ears [00:01:31]
When the going is rough well you must be tough [00:01:35]
With McAlpine's Fusiliers [00:01:38]
I've worked till the sweat has had me bet [00:02:14]
With Russian Czech and Pole [00:02:18]
On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams [00:02:22]
Or underneath the Thames in a hole [00:02:25]
I grafted hard and I've got me cards [00:02:29]
And many a gangers fist across me ears [00:02:33]
If you pride your life don't join by Christ [00:02:37]
With McAlpine's Fusiliers [00:02:41]