Chords for Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem - McAlpine's Fusiliers
Tempo:
124.95 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[C] [G]
[C] It was down that Len came a [F]-pall'n by his men, with their [G] shovels slung [C] behind them.
It was in the pub that they [F] drank their sub, or [C] down in the swine you [F] will find them.
[C] They sweated blood and [F] we washed down the pud with [C] wards and pints [F] of beer.
[C] But now we're [F] on the [C] [G]
Alpine's [C] hills a -lil'.
I stretched to the skin with [F] the darkie [C] down [G] upon the pile of [C] grain.
With horse-face tool I [F] learned the rule, no money [C] if you starve [F] for rain.
For my [C]
Alpine's god [G] is a well-filled pud with his shoulders [C] cut to bits [F] and seared.
[C] And woe to he [A] who looks faulty [C] with that [G] Alpine's [C] fusilier.
I remember the day [F] that the bale o'er the shea [C] fell into [G] a lung [C]-free stare.
The horse-face said when he saw him dead, it wasn't but the rich palt-bears.
I'm a navvy shark, [G] was his one rich heart that [C] reached unto [F] my ears.
[C] When the corners rock, [D] I squeak [C] chalk, [G] Alpine's hill [C] a -lil'.
I worked till the sweat near had me bitch, with brush and [G]
stick [C] and coal.
I'd shudder and jams up in the high-row dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I grabbed him hard when I got me car, and money I gained as fist [F] across me ear.
[C] If you value your life, [F] don't join my fights [C] with my [G] Alpine's [C] fusilier.
[N]
[C] [G]
[C] It was down that Len came a [F]-pall'n by his men, with their [G] shovels slung [C] behind them.
It was in the pub that they [F] drank their sub, or [C] down in the swine you [F] will find them.
[C] They sweated blood and [F] we washed down the pud with [C] wards and pints [F] of beer.
[C] But now we're [F] on the [C] [G]
Alpine's [C] hills a -lil'.
I stretched to the skin with [F] the darkie [C] down [G] upon the pile of [C] grain.
With horse-face tool I [F] learned the rule, no money [C] if you starve [F] for rain.
For my [C]
Alpine's god [G] is a well-filled pud with his shoulders [C] cut to bits [F] and seared.
[C] And woe to he [A] who looks faulty [C] with that [G] Alpine's [C] fusilier.
I remember the day [F] that the bale o'er the shea [C] fell into [G] a lung [C]-free stare.
The horse-face said when he saw him dead, it wasn't but the rich palt-bears.
I'm a navvy shark, [G] was his one rich heart that [C] reached unto [F] my ears.
[C] When the corners rock, [D] I squeak [C] chalk, [G] Alpine's hill [C] a -lil'.
I worked till the sweat near had me bitch, with brush and [G]
stick [C] and coal.
I'd shudder and jams up in the high-row dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I grabbed him hard when I got me car, and money I gained as fist [F] across me ear.
[C] If you value your life, [F] don't join my fights [C] with my [G] Alpine's [C] fusilier.
[N]
Key:
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ It was down that Len came a [F]-pall'n by his men, with their [G] shovels slung [C] behind them.
It was in the pub that they [F] drank their sub, or [C] down in the swine you [F] will find them.
_ [C] They sweated blood and [F] we washed down the pud with [C] wards and pints [F] of _ beer.
[C] But now we're [F] on the _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G]
Alpine's [C] hills a _ -lil'.
I stretched to the skin with [F] the darkie [C] down [G] upon the pile of [C] grain.
_ With horse-face tool I [F] learned the rule, no money [C] if you starve [F] for rain.
For my [C] _
Alpine's god [G] is a well-filled pud with his shoulders [C] cut to bits [F] and _ seared.
[C] And woe to he [A] who looks faulty [C] with that [G] Alpine's _ [C] _ fusilier.
I remember the day [F] that the bale o'er the shea [C] fell into [G] a lung [C]-free stare.
_ The horse-face said when he saw him dead, it wasn't but the rich palt-bears.
I'm a navvy shark, [G] was his one rich heart that [C] reached unto [F] my ears.
[C] When the corners rock, [D] I squeak [C] chalk, _ [G] Alpine's hill [C] a _ -lil'.
I worked till the sweat near had me bitch, with brush and [G]
stick [C] and coal.
I'd shudder and jams up in the high-row dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I grabbed him hard when I got me car, and money I gained as fist [F] across me ear.
[C] If you value your life, [F] don't join my fights [C] with my [G] Alpine's _ [C] _ fusilier. _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ It was down that Len came a [F]-pall'n by his men, with their [G] shovels slung [C] behind them.
It was in the pub that they [F] drank their sub, or [C] down in the swine you [F] will find them.
_ [C] They sweated blood and [F] we washed down the pud with [C] wards and pints [F] of _ beer.
[C] But now we're [F] on the _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G]
Alpine's [C] hills a _ -lil'.
I stretched to the skin with [F] the darkie [C] down [G] upon the pile of [C] grain.
_ With horse-face tool I [F] learned the rule, no money [C] if you starve [F] for rain.
For my [C] _
Alpine's god [G] is a well-filled pud with his shoulders [C] cut to bits [F] and _ seared.
[C] And woe to he [A] who looks faulty [C] with that [G] Alpine's _ [C] _ fusilier.
I remember the day [F] that the bale o'er the shea [C] fell into [G] a lung [C]-free stare.
_ The horse-face said when he saw him dead, it wasn't but the rich palt-bears.
I'm a navvy shark, [G] was his one rich heart that [C] reached unto [F] my ears.
[C] When the corners rock, [D] I squeak [C] chalk, _ [G] Alpine's hill [C] a _ -lil'.
I worked till the sweat near had me bitch, with brush and [G]
stick [C] and coal.
I'd shudder and jams up in the high-row dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I grabbed him hard when I got me car, and money I gained as fist [F] across me ear.
[C] If you value your life, [F] don't join my fights [C] with my [G] Alpine's _ [C] _ fusilier. _ _ _ _
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