Chords for Dubliners - McAlpine's Fusiliers *HIGH QUALITY*
Tempo:
124.55 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] But in the year of 39, [D] when the sky was full of lead, when Hitler was [E] heading for Poland, and Paddy for [A] Hollyhead.
Come all you pincher laddies, and you long [D]-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or [A] John Lang.
For you'll stand behind the butcher, till your skin is [D] turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
Oh the crack was good in Cricklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with the [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure [A] Paddy was going to tell.
Oh mother dear I'm over here, I [D] never will come back, what [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, [A] and the crack.
Oh as down the Glen [D] came McAlpine, with [A] their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them, cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
[A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [A] pints and quarts of [D] beer, [A] and now we're on the [D] road, [A]
[E] [A] still delirious.
I'd strip to the skin, with a dowdy [D] clip, [A] way down upon [E] the Isle [A] of Reign, with a horse-based tool, and I [D] knew the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain.
[A] When McAlpine God, with a well [D]-filled hog, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared, [A] and woe to he, [D] went to look for tea [A] with the [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
I remember the day, that the [D] bear OJ, [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A]
stair, what the horse-based said, when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't what [A] the rich [D] call prayers.
[A] I'm in a wee short, with the one [D] retard, that reads [A] down to [D] my ears, [A] when the going interrupt, well you must [D] be tough [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
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[A] I've worked till the sweat, it has [D] had me pet, [A] with a Russian [E]
[A] cheque and pole, on shuttering [D]
cams, up in the Hydero dams, and [A] underneath the [D] Thames in a hole.
[A] I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears, [A] if you're pridey or like, [D] don't join my Christ [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
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Come all you pincher laddies, and you long [D]-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or [A] John Lang.
For you'll stand behind the butcher, till your skin is [D] turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
Oh the crack was good in Cricklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with the [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure [A] Paddy was going to tell.
Oh mother dear I'm over here, I [D] never will come back, what [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, [A] and the crack.
Oh as down the Glen [D] came McAlpine, with [A] their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them, cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
[A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [A] pints and quarts of [D] beer, [A] and now we're on the [D] road, [A]
[E] [A] still delirious.
I'd strip to the skin, with a dowdy [D] clip, [A] way down upon [E] the Isle [A] of Reign, with a horse-based tool, and I [D] knew the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain.
[A] When McAlpine God, with a well [D]-filled hog, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared, [A] and woe to he, [D] went to look for tea [A] with the [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
I remember the day, that the [D] bear OJ, [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A]
stair, what the horse-based said, when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't what [A] the rich [D] call prayers.
[A] I'm in a wee short, with the one [D] retard, that reads [A] down to [D] my ears, [A] when the going interrupt, well you must [D] be tough [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
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[A] I've worked till the sweat, it has [D] had me pet, [A] with a Russian [E]
[A] cheque and pole, on shuttering [D]
cams, up in the Hydero dams, and [A] underneath the [D] Thames in a hole.
[A] I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears, [A] if you're pridey or like, [D] don't join my Christ [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
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_ [A] _ _ _ But in the year of 39, _ [D] when the sky was full of lead, _ when Hitler was [E] heading for Poland, and Paddy for [A] Hollyhead.
_ _ Come all you pincher laddies, and you long [D]-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or [A] John Lang. _
For you'll stand behind the butcher, till your skin is [D] turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
_ _ Oh the crack was good in Cricklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with the [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure [A] Paddy was going to tell.
_ Oh mother dear I'm over here, I [D] never will come back, what [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, [A] and the crack.
_ _ Oh as down the Glen [D] came McAlpine, with [A] their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them, _ cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
_ [A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [A] pints and quarts of [D] beer, _ [A] and now we're on the [D] road, _ [A] _ _
_ [E] [A] still _ delirious. _
I'd strip to the skin, with a dowdy [D] clip, [A] way down upon [E] the Isle [A] of Reign, _ with a horse-based tool, and I [D] knew the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain. _
_ [A] _ When McAlpine God, with a well [D]-filled hog, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared, _ [A] and woe to he, [D] went to look for tea [A] with the _ [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
_ I remember the day, that the [D] bear OJ, [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A]
stair, _ _ what the horse-based said, when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't what [A] the rich [D] call prayers.
_ [A] I'm in a wee short, with the one [D] retard, that reads [A] down to [D] my ears, _ [A] when the going interrupt, well you must [D] be tough [A] with _ [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious. _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ I've worked till the sweat, it has [D] had me pet, [A] with a Russian [E] _
[A] cheque and pole, _ on shuttering [D]
cams, up in the Hydero dams, and [A] underneath the [D] Thames in a hole.
_ _ [A] _ I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears, _ [A] if you're pridey or like, [D] don't join my Christ [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious. _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Come all you pincher laddies, and you long [D]-distance men, don't [E] ever work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or [A] John Lang. _
For you'll stand behind the butcher, till your skin is [D] turning to tan, and [E] they'll say good on you Paddy, with your [A] boat fare in your hand.
_ _ Oh the crack was good in Cricklewood, and they wouldn't [D] leave the crown, with the [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure [A] Paddy was going to tell.
_ Oh mother dear I'm over here, I [D] never will come back, what [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, [A] and the crack.
_ _ Oh as down the Glen [D] came McAlpine, with [A] their [E] shovels slung [A] behind them, _ cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
_ [A] They sweated blood, and they washed [D] down mud, with [A] pints and quarts of [D] beer, _ [A] and now we're on the [D] road, _ [A] _ _
_ [E] [A] still _ delirious. _
I'd strip to the skin, with a dowdy [D] clip, [A] way down upon [E] the Isle [A] of Reign, _ with a horse-based tool, and I [D] knew the rule, no money [A] if you stopped [D] for rain. _
_ [A] _ When McAlpine God, with a well [D]-filled hog, your [A] shoulders cut a bit [D] and seared, _ [A] and woe to he, [D] went to look for tea [A] with the _ [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious.
_ I remember the day, that the [D] bear OJ, [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A]
stair, _ _ what the horse-based said, when he saw [D] him dead, well it wasn't what [A] the rich [D] call prayers.
_ [A] I'm in a wee short, with the one [D] retard, that reads [A] down to [D] my ears, _ [A] when the going interrupt, well you must [D] be tough [A] with _ [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious. _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ I've worked till the sweat, it has [D] had me pet, [A] with a Russian [E] _
[A] cheque and pole, _ on shuttering [D]
cams, up in the Hydero dams, and [A] underneath the [D] Thames in a hole.
_ _ [A] _ I've grafted hard, and I've [D] got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears, _ [A] if you're pridey or like, [D] don't join my Christ [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] mule delirious. _ _ _ _ _
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