[00:03.16]The craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn't leave the Crown
[00:06.69]With glasses flying and Biddys crying 'cause Paddy was going to town
[00:11.44]Her mother dear(?) I'm over here and i'm never going back
[00:14.79]What keeps me here is the reek o' beer, the women  and the craic
[00:18.67]As down the glen came McAlpine's men
[00:22.62]With their shovels slung behind them
[00:27.09]It was in the pub that they drank their sub
[00:31.38]and up in the spike you'll find them
[00:35.58]They sweated blood and they washed down mud
[00:39.80]With pints and quarts of beer
[00:43.96]And now we're on the road again
[00:47.80]with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[00:52.40]I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
[00:56.55]Way down on the Isle of Grain
[01:00.72]With Horseface Toole,well,you knew the rules
[01:04.88]No money if you stop for rain
[01:09.16]McAlpine's god was a well filled hod
[01:13.25]Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
[01:17.47]And woe to he that looks for tea
[01:21.33]with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[01:58.76]I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea
[02:03.03]Fell into a concrete stairs
[02:07.17]What Horseface said, when he saw him dead,
[02:11.21]Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
[02:15.43]"I'm a navvy short," was the one retort
[02:19.56]That reached unto my ears
[02:23.63]When the going is rough, well you must be tough
[02:27.41]with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[02:32.13]I've worked till the sweat near had me bet
[02:35.93]With Russian, Czech and Pole
[02:40.21]At shuttering jams up in the Hydro Dams
[02:44.41]or underneath the Thames in a hole
[02:48.52]I grafted hard and I got me cards
[02:52.68]and many a ganger's fist across me ears
[02:56.72]If you pride your life,well , don't work and scr，
[03:00.70]with McAlpine's Fusiliers!
[03:05.05]If you pride your life,well , don't join and scr,
[03:08.97]with McAlpine's Fusiliers!