Chords for Luke Kelly McAlpines Fusiliers (Rare)

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[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ As down the Glen Road, Macalpines men with their shovels [G] slung [C] behind them _
Twas in the pub that they drank their sub, and it's up in the spike you will find them _
Well they sweated blood and washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer
And now we are on the road again, God [G] damn, and blast [C] their ears
I stripped to the skin with darky thin down [G] upon the isle
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With horse-face tool, now I knew the rule, no bonus if you stop for rain _
_ Macalpines God was the well-filled hod with your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he went to look for tea with [G] Macalpines _ [C] fusiliers _ _
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_ I've worked till sweat has had me bet with Russian, Czech and Pole
On shuttered jams up in the hydro-dams and down below the Thames in a hole _
I've grafted hard and gotten me cards and many's the gangers fist across me ear
But when the going is rough you must be tough with [G] Macalpines _ [C] fusiliers
I remember the day the bear O'Shea fell into [G] a concrete [C] stair
_ What horse-face said when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
My mamma be short was the one retort that reached unto my ears
So if you pride your life don't join by Christ with [G] Macalpines _ [C] _ fusiliers _ _ _ _
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