Mcalpines Fusiliers

As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them

'Twas in the pub that 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 Darkie Flynn way down upon the Isle of Grain