Chords for McAlpine's Fusiliers - The Dubliners & Ronnie Drew | Festival Folk (1985)
Tempo:
118.2 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
But in the year of [Dm] 39, [A]
when the sky was full of [D] lead,
When Hitler was [E] heading for Poland, and Paddy for [A] Holyhead,
Come all you pincher laddies, and you long-distance [D] men,
Don't ever [E] work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or John [A] Lang,
For you'll stand behind the mixer till your [D] skin is turned to tan,
And [E] they'd say good on you Paddy, with [A] your boat fair in your hand.
Oh, the crack was good in Cricklewood, [D] and they wouldn't leave the crown,
With [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy was [A] going to town.
Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, and I'm never [D] coming back,
What [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, and the [A] crack.
I come from County Kerry, the land [D] of eggs and bacon,
[E] And if you think I'd ate your fish and chips, I'd hear [D] that you're [A] mistaken.
Oh, down at Len, came [D] McAlpine, and [A] they shoved [E] a loose rock [A] behind them,
Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
[A] They said it love, [D] and they washed down mock, with leeks and quarks of beer.
[A] And now we're on [D] [A]
[E] Lang's [A] Beauty Lears, I've stripped to the skin [D] with a darkie fin,
Way [A] down upon [E] the [A] Isle of Wray, with the horse-face tool, and [D] I knew the rule,
No money if you stopped for rain.
When [A]
McAlpine's God [D] was a well-fed hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
[A] And woe to he who went [D] to look for tea, [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears.
I remember the day [D] the Bear O'Shea [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair,
What the horse-face said [D] when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
[A] I'm in a mean jort, [D] with the one retort that reached unto my ears,
[A] When the going is rough, [D] well you must be tough, [Em] with [A]
[E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears.
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[D]
[A]
[D]
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] I've [A]
worked till the sweat [D] that has had me bet, [A] with the Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole,
I'm shuddering, jammed up [D] in the hydro dams, or underneath the dams in a hole.
[A] I've cropped it hard, and [D] I've got me cards, and many a car's pissed across me ears,
[A] If you're pridey and like, [D] don't join my Christ, [A] with [E] McAlpine's Beauty [A] Lears.
[Am] [N]
when the sky was full of [D] lead,
When Hitler was [E] heading for Poland, and Paddy for [A] Holyhead,
Come all you pincher laddies, and you long-distance [D] men,
Don't ever [E] work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or John [A] Lang,
For you'll stand behind the mixer till your [D] skin is turned to tan,
And [E] they'd say good on you Paddy, with [A] your boat fair in your hand.
Oh, the crack was good in Cricklewood, [D] and they wouldn't leave the crown,
With [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy was [A] going to town.
Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, and I'm never [D] coming back,
What [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, and the [A] crack.
I come from County Kerry, the land [D] of eggs and bacon,
[E] And if you think I'd ate your fish and chips, I'd hear [D] that you're [A] mistaken.
Oh, down at Len, came [D] McAlpine, and [A] they shoved [E] a loose rock [A] behind them,
Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
[A] They said it love, [D] and they washed down mock, with leeks and quarks of beer.
[A] And now we're on [D] [A]
[E] Lang's [A] Beauty Lears, I've stripped to the skin [D] with a darkie fin,
Way [A] down upon [E] the [A] Isle of Wray, with the horse-face tool, and [D] I knew the rule,
No money if you stopped for rain.
When [A]
McAlpine's God [D] was a well-fed hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
[A] And woe to he who went [D] to look for tea, [A] with [E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears.
I remember the day [D] the Bear O'Shea [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair,
What the horse-face said [D] when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
[A] I'm in a mean jort, [D] with the one retort that reached unto my ears,
[A] When the going is rough, [D] well you must be tough, [Em] with [A]
[E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears.
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[D]
[A]
[D]
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] I've [A]
worked till the sweat [D] that has had me bet, [A] with the Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole,
I'm shuddering, jammed up [D] in the hydro dams, or underneath the dams in a hole.
[A] I've cropped it hard, and [D] I've got me cards, and many a car's pissed across me ears,
[A] If you're pridey and like, [D] don't join my Christ, [A] with [E] McAlpine's Beauty [A] Lears.
[Am] [N]
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_ _ _ But in the year of [Dm] 39, [A] _
when the sky was full of [D] lead,
_ When Hitler was [E] heading for Poland, and Paddy for [A] Holyhead, _
Come all you pincher laddies, and you long-distance [D] men,
_ Don't ever [E] work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or John [A] Lang,
_ _ For you'll stand behind the mixer till your [D] skin is turned to tan,
And [E] they'd say good on you Paddy, with [A] your boat fair in your hand. _
Oh, the crack was good in Cricklewood, [D] and they wouldn't leave the crown,
_ With [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy was [A] going to town.
_ Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, and I'm never [D] coming back,
What [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, and the [A] crack.
_ I come from County Kerry, _ the land [D] of eggs and bacon,
_ _ _ [E] And if you think I'd ate your fish and chips, I'd hear [D] that you're [A] mistaken. _
_ _ Oh, down at Len, came [D] _ McAlpine, and [A] they shoved [E] a loose rock [A] behind them,
_ Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
_ [A] They said it love, [D] and they washed down mock, with leeks and quarks of beer.
_ _ [A] And now we're on [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] Lang's [A] Beauty Lears, _ I've stripped to the skin [D] with a darkie fin,
Way [A] down upon [E] the [A] Isle of Wray, _ with the horse-face tool, and [D] I knew the rule,
No money if you stopped for rain.
When [A] _
McAlpine's God [D] was a well-fed hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
_ [A] And woe to he who went [D] to look for tea, [A] with _ [E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears.
_ I remember the day [D] the Bear O'Shea [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair,
_ What the horse-face said [D] when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
_ [A] I'm in a mean jort, [D] with the one retort that reached unto my ears,
_ [A] When the going is rough, [D] well you must be tough, [Em] with [A] _
[E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] I've [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
worked till the sweat [D] that has had me bet, [A] with the Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole,
I'm shuddering, jammed up [D] in the hydro dams, or underneath the dams in a hole.
_ [A] I've cropped it hard, and [D] I've got me cards, and many a car's pissed across me ears,
_ [A] If you're pridey and like, [D] don't join my Christ, [A] with [E] McAlpine's Beauty [A] Lears. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
when the sky was full of [D] lead,
_ When Hitler was [E] heading for Poland, and Paddy for [A] Holyhead, _
Come all you pincher laddies, and you long-distance [D] men,
_ Don't ever [E] work for McAlpine, or Wimpy, or John [A] Lang,
_ _ For you'll stand behind the mixer till your [D] skin is turned to tan,
And [E] they'd say good on you Paddy, with [A] your boat fair in your hand. _
Oh, the crack was good in Cricklewood, [D] and they wouldn't leave the crown,
_ With [E] glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy was [A] going to town.
_ Oh, mother dear, I'm over here, and I'm never [D] coming back,
What [E] keeps me here is a rake of beer, the ladies, and the [A] crack.
_ I come from County Kerry, _ the land [D] of eggs and bacon,
_ _ _ [E] And if you think I'd ate your fish and chips, I'd hear [D] that you're [A] mistaken. _
_ _ Oh, down at Len, came [D] _ McAlpine, and [A] they shoved [E] a loose rock [A] behind them,
_ Cause in the pub [D] they drank the sob, and up in the spike you'll find them.
_ [A] They said it love, [D] and they washed down mock, with leeks and quarks of beer.
_ _ [A] And now we're on [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] Lang's [A] Beauty Lears, _ I've stripped to the skin [D] with a darkie fin,
Way [A] down upon [E] the [A] Isle of Wray, _ with the horse-face tool, and [D] I knew the rule,
No money if you stopped for rain.
When [A] _
McAlpine's God [D] was a well-fed hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
_ [A] And woe to he who went [D] to look for tea, [A] with _ [E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears.
_ I remember the day [D] the Bear O'Shea [A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair,
_ What the horse-face said [D] when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
_ [A] I'm in a mean jort, [D] with the one retort that reached unto my ears,
_ [A] When the going is rough, [D] well you must be tough, [Em] with [A] _
[E] McAlpine's [A] Beauty Lears. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] I've [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
worked till the sweat [D] that has had me bet, [A] with the Russian, [E] Czech [A] and Pole,
I'm shuddering, jammed up [D] in the hydro dams, or underneath the dams in a hole.
_ [A] I've cropped it hard, and [D] I've got me cards, and many a car's pissed across me ears,
_ [A] If you're pridey and like, [D] don't join my Christ, [A] with [E] McAlpine's Beauty [A] Lears. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _