Chords for The Young Dubliners -- McAlpine's Fusiliers

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_ [G] _ _ And down the glen [F] came the Galfi's men,
[C] But their shovel slung [G] behind them.
_ Once in the pub, [F] they drank the sub,
And told him that's right, he will find them.
_ [C] They sweated blood, [F] they washed down blood,
With pints and quarts of beer.
_ [C] And now they're on [F] the road again,
With [C] the [G] Galfi's _
[C] pursuers. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ They stripped him of his [F] skin with the darkie's pen,
[C] And went down on [G] the Isle [C] of Grain.
_ With a horse-face too, [F] and a new-do-roll,
No money if you stop a [E] reign.
[C] Back up went God, [F] in a well-filled hod,
And his shoulder cut to bit and seared.
_ [C] And once he [F] went to the party,
[C] When [G] Galfine's [C] fuse alert. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I remember the day [F] that the Mayor O'Shea
[C] Fell into [G] a [C] concrete stair.
_ With a horse-face sad, [F] when he saw his bed,
But it wasn't what the writ called prayer.
_ [C] Soon after he started, [F] with a one-writ part,
Blood reached down to my ears.
So [C] when they're going in rough, [F] I almost reach up,
[C] For [G] Galfine's fuse.
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_ _ _ I poured till the sweat, [F] it had me fed,
[C] With a Russian [D] siet [C] camp hole.
_ On Sutter and [F] Jams, my dog jams,
Her underneath that tamed in a hole.
[C] I grabbed it hard, [F] and I got my cards,
And many a guard spits across my ears.
[C] If you pride your life, [F] don't join my grind,
[C] For [D] Galfine's [C] fuse alert.
_ And if you pride your life, [F] don't join my grind,
[C] For [G] Galfine's [C] fuse alert.
Oh, when I got my fuse alert. _ _ _ _ _
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