From the recording Tap 'Er Light

Tom Powers: lead vocals
John Joyner: fiddle
Mick Cavanaugh: banjo
Jim Schulz: harmony vocals, guitar
Conor Powers: cajon


MacAlpine’s Fusiliers  
As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find them
They sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road again
With McAlpine's fusiliers
I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
Way down upon the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface O’Toole then I knew the rule
No money if you stop for rain
McAlpine's God was a well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who to looks for tea
With McAlpine's fusiliers
I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea
Fell into a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he saw him dead
Well, it wasn't what the rich call prayers
I'm a navvy short was the one retort
That reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be tough
With McAlpine's fusiliers
I've worked till the sweat has had me bet
With Russian, Czech and Pole
On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the Thames in a hole
I grabbed it hard and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist across me ears
If you value your life, then don't join by Christ
With McAlpine's fusiliers