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#1:
All dAown the glen came McDAlpines men with their Ashovels Eslung beAhind them
A'Twas in the pub that they Ddrank their sup and up in the spike you'll find them
They Asweated blood and they Dwashed down mud with pints and quarts of beer
And Anow we're on the Droad again with McAAlpine's EFusiliAers
#2:
I Astripped to the skin with DDarkie Flynn way Adown upon the EIsle of AGrain
With the horsefaced Toole, 'cos I Dknew the rule, no money if you stopped for rain.
McAAlpine's God was a Dwell filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
And Awoe to he who Dwent to look for tea with McAAlpine's EFusiliAers
#3:
I reAmember the day that DBear O'Shea fell iAnto a Econcrete Astairs.
AWhat Horseface said when he Dsaw him dead well it wasn't what the rich called prayers.
I'm a Anavvy short was the Done retort that reached unto my ears
When the Agoing is rough well you Dmust be tough with McAAlpine's EFusiliAers
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#4:
I've Aworked 'til the sweat has Dhad'n me bet, with ARussian, ECzech and APole.
AOn shuddering jams up at the Dhydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I've Agrabbed it hard and I've Dgot me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
If you Apride your life don't Djoin by Christ, with McAAlpine's EFusiliAers
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