Chords for The Rumjacks - McAlpine's Fusiliers (Irish Pub Session)

All right, what are we doing?
Right, we're gonna head to, uh, let's say our favorite [E] pub in Milan.
We just stay up the road from this place.
So, uh, every day we kind of go to the studio, we've been working hard,
and if we get time, we come down to this pub.
The [Am] beautiful thing [B] about Italy is you can find [Am] your local Irish pub in
about every neighborhood.
[F] Also should notice, uh, [Dm] note that if anyone who hasn't been to Milan, right,
_ [A] there's a big [Dm] difference between bars and pubs.
A bar [A] here is like a convenience store with coffee [E] and bottled [Am] alcohol.
[A] I think, uh, [E] Adam and Gabe are already there.
We're gonna storm in, [F] we're gonna go to the Irish pub, [Eb] and we're gonna play an Irish [B] pub song.
[B] And it's not [Ab] Irish pub song.
[A] It's not gonna be Irish pub song.
[E] They're good people.
They're really nice to us, and we love it here.
_ [Gm] _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C] Yo!
[E] Hey!
_ _ _ Well, you guys got some pizzas, [Em] huh?
Yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D]all
_ [Am] _ _ Well, hey! _
That's down the Glen cape.
Ring [G] Alpine's dead.
Where their [D] _ shuttle's
sung [D] behind them.
_ Twas in a pub
where [G] they drank themselves.
[Bm] Was up in the spike, [G] you'll find them.
_ [D] They sweated blood, and [G] they washed down mud
[Bm] with vines and cords [G] of beer.
_ [D] And now we're on [B] the
road again [D] with [A] McAlpine's _ [D] Fusilier.
_ I was stripped to the skin [G] with a darky plait,
[E] Way down on the Isle of Grain.
_ With a horse face to [G] wear, I knew the rule,
[Bm] Of money if you stop [G] or reign.
_ _ [D] _ McAlpine's gut [G] was a well-filled lot,
[Bm] His shoulders cut to [G] pitter-stirred,
[D] And lo to he [G] who looked for tea.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ [D] McAlpine's Fusilier.
Hey!
_ _ McAlpine's Fusilier.
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McAlpine's Fusilier.
[B] _ McAlpine's [G] Fusilier. _
_ _ [D] McAlpine's Fusilier.
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_ _ _ [Bm] McAlpine's Fusilier. McAlpine's Fusilier.
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Yes, I'm [A] recording this because I messed up the part, and I don't want you to [D] hear it.
I remember the day that the [G] barrow's shaped,
Fell into a concrete stair.
[D] _ Well, the horse face [G] said, when they saw him dead,
[Bm] It wasn't what the rich [G] call rare.
[D] I'm an heavy short, [G] was a one-retort,
[Gb] That reached unto [G] my ear.
[D] And you pride your life, [G] don't join by Christ,
[D] With [A] McAlpine's _ [D] Fusilier.
_ And I wanted to sweat [G] when they had me red,
[D] Put the Russian, [A] the jet, [D] and the pole.
_ _ _ Sputtering dams [G] in a hydro-dams,
[Bm] _ Underneath the Thames [G] in a hole.
_ [D] I grabbed it hard, [G] and I call me God,
[Bm] As many a gang as pissed across [G] me ear.
_ [D] When the going's rough, oh, [G] you must be tough,
With [D] _ [A] McAlpine's _ [D] Fusilier.
One more!
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And [D] if you pride your life, [G] don't join by Christ,
[A] With McAlpine's _ [D] Fusilier.
And if you pride your life, [G] don't join by Christ,
[D] With _ McAlpine's [A] Fusilier.
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