McAlpines Fusiliers from The Prince Albert in Stroud MayDay weekend Sunday - thanks to our old & good friend, Rachel Sutton - & the rest of the Bristol posse, that chose this as our last song - we luv yez! x Twas in the year of thirty-nine when the sky was full of lead, When Hitler was heading for Poland, and Paddy for Holyhead, Come all you pincher laddies and you long-distance men, Dont ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpey, or John Laing, Youll stand behind a mixer until your skin is turned to tan, And theyll say, Good on you, Paddy, with your boat fare in your hand, Oh, the craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldnt leave the Crown, With glasses flying and Biddys crying cause Paddy was going to town, Oh mother dear, Im over here and Im never coming back, What keeps me here is the rake o beer, the ladies and the craic! ...McAlpines Fusiliers - a-haon, a-dó, a-trí!
Posted on: Tue, 13 May 2014 20:27:37 +0000
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