Chords for McAlpine's Fusiliers - Ronnie Drew of The Dubliners

_ _ _ [Eb] What a cheer would [Ab] you give me if I brought out two Dermots?
_ _ _ _ Okay, big hand for Dermot Gavilan, Dermot [G] O'Leary, gaggle _ _ of [Abm] Dermots.
_ _ Thank you.
How are you?
Happy St.
Paddy's Day.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Ab] _ Fantastic.
Have you had a good day? _ _
[G] Have all the people down the front [Ab] had a good day? _ _ _ _
Fantastic.
[Eb] Have all the people down the back [Ab] had a good day?
_ _ In the cheapsies. _ _
All right, [G] we've got a brilliant act to finish up with tonight.
[Eb] Last year, was anyone in Trafalgar Square [G] last year?
_ _ [A] Are you going to make even more noise this year?
_ _ [F] _ _ Are you going to let England know the Irish are proud?
_ _ _ [F] But we all [G] love each other.
_ [Ab] The headline act last year, a brilliant act, they were the Dubliners.
[D] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
[G] We are in the incredibly [Ab] proud position to be able to introduce
_ _ the lead singer of the Dubliners, Ronnie Drew.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] Good evening, how are you all?
_ [Gm] _ Good. _
This first song is a song [Gb] which celebrates a lot of Irish men who come over to [Ab] England
_ to build up England after the war.
_ _ While they were here, I suppose they helped to make England into a fit place for Irish people to live in.
_ [G] _
_ _ And they went to work for a man by the name of [Bb] Mr.
Robert McAlpine, as he was then [G] called. _ _ _ _
[Eb] And on [G] his deathbed, he was heard to say,
if the men want to commemorate my passing, let them have two minutes silence.
But keep [Ab] the mixer going and keep Paddy behind us.
It's about him and his little army.
Within the year of 39, when the [C] sky was full of lead,
_ when Hitler was heading [D] for Poland, [G] and Paddy for Holyhead, _
come all you pincher laddies and you long [C]-distant men,
don't [G] ever work for [D] McAlpine, [G] for Wembley or John Lang.
_ We'll stand behind the mixer till your skin [Em] is turned to [C] tan.
And [D] they say good on you Paddy, with your boat fare in [G] your hand. _ _
Well the crack was good in Cricklewood, and they wouldn't leave [C] the crown.
_ [G] With glasses flying and [D] biddies crying, till Paddy [G] was going to town.
_ _ Oh mother dear, I'm over here, and I'm never [C] coming back.
_ [D] What keeps me here is the rake of beer, the [G] ladies and the crack.
_ _ I come from County Currie, _ _ the land [C] of eggs and bacon.
If you [Ab] think I'll eat your fish and chips, [E] I ain't here to hear your [G] mistakes.
_ Oh I doubt that a lad came [C] to McAlpine.
_ [G] _
_ Shovels, crockery, and iron.
_ _ Thousands in the pub, [C] and they drank the soup.
And when you bought your drink, _ [G] they sweated blood.
[C] And I washed out mud with pints and parts of beer.
_ [G] And now we're on [C] the road _ [G] with McAlpine in the lake. _ _
I've stripped to the skin [C] with the darky [G] red.
Wait I was talking my long life.
When the horse paced to, [C] and I knew the road.
No money if you stumped for rake.
But McAlpine gone, with the well filled heart.
Your shoulders cut a bit and seared.
_ [G] And woe, if he [C] went to the party.
[G] With McAlpine, a few years later. _
I remember the day, that the mayor of Shea.
Went into a concrete stairs.
But the horse paced in, [C] when he saw him there.
But it wasn't what the roads called.
_ _ [G] I met Nubby in short, [C] when the warmth of the park.
Had reached unto my ears. _
_ [G] When the going is rough, when you [C] must be tough.
When [D] McAlpine, you [G] say. _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ I worked till the sweat, and I'm being wet.
When the Russian checked that hole.
On Saturday, John, I was [C] a high road dam.
I landed in a hole.
_ [G] I grunted hard, [C] and I've got big heart.
And many a guest, this the last year.
[G] Have you find your life, [C] for joy.
And by [G] Christ, McAlpine, you say. _ _ _ _