LRC歌词
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[ti:McAlpines Fusiliers]
[ar:The High Kings]
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[00:00.000]McAlpine's Fusiliers - The High Kings
[00:04.586]As down the glen came mcalpine's men
[00:08.535]With their shovels slung behind them
[00:12.824]That was in the pub they drank the sub
[00:16.764]And up in the spike you'll find them
[00:20.724]They sweated blood and they washed down mud
[00:24.703]With pints and quarts of beer
[00:28.693]And now we're on the road again
[00:32.472]With mcalpine's fusiliers
[00:36.692]I stripped to the skin with the darky finn
[00:40.792]Way down upon the isle of grain
[00:44.740]With the horseface toole and i knew the rule
[00:48.759]No money if you stop for rain
[00:52.759]Mcalpine's god was a well filled hod
[00:56.697]Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
[01:00.456]And woe to he who looks for tea
[01:04.475]With mcalpine's fusiliers
[01:16.473]I remember the day that the bear o'shea
[01:20.743]Fell into a concrete stairs
[01:24.433]What the horseface said when he saw him dead
[01:28.423]Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
[01:32.742]I'm a navvy short was the one retort
[01:36.620]That reached unto my ears
[01:40.230]When the going is rough well you must be tough
[01:44.460]With mcalpine's fusiliers
[02:20.682]I've worked till the sweat has had me bet
[02:24.681]With russian czech and pole
[02:28.661]On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams
[02:32.639]Or underneath the thames in a hole
[02:36.579]I grafted hard and i've got me cards
[02:40.758]And many a gangers fist across me ears
[02:44.167]If you pride your life don't join by christ
[02:48.436]With mcalpine's fusiliers
[02:52.246]If you pride your life don't join by christ
[02:56.465]With mcalpine's fusiliers
文本歌词
McAlpine's Fusiliers - The High Kings
As down the glen came mcalpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
That was 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 the darky finn
Way down upon the isle of grain
With the horseface toole and 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 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 grafted hard and i've got me cards
And many a gangers fist across me ears
If you pride your life don't join by christ
With mcalpine's fusiliers
If you pride your life don't join by christ
With mcalpine's fusiliers