Lyrics:
Bajonett, Koppеlschloss Eingegliedert im Tross tornistеr, Waffenrock Stets mit uns ist Gott Es marschiert der Füsilier Dem Winter zum Trotz Das Marschgepäck
the British Grenadiers Well, none of them were in it but the Dublin Fusiliers You've heard about the Light Brigade and of the deeds they've done
the British Grenadiers Well none of them were in it but the Dublin Fusiliers You've heard about the Light Brigade and of the deeds they've done And of the other
MccLPINE'S FUSILIERS ‘Twas down the glen came Mcclpine's men, With their shovels slung behind them, ch - ‘twas in the pub that they drank the sub,
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
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
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
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
unfertile ground What little wealth we had Wasn't proof against the bad As the Darien Investments proved unsound In the uniform I wear as a Royal Fusilier I
The boys who stood beside me In the Dublin Fusiliers There was Johnny Roche from Dolphins Barn and Micko from Ringsend And Willie Doyle from Dalkey town
And he caught his death of fusiliers, With his rent in his rears./Give him six years. 'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children But look out for
of the Dublin Fusiliers, the dirty Old bamboozaliers They went and got the childer, one, two, three Marchin' from the Linen Hall, there's one for every Cannon
From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z They were all left behind Most of them dead The rest of them dying And that's how the High Command Took my
From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z They were all left behind Most of them dead The rest of them dying And that's how the High Command Took my
his own rubber stamp. It was dark all around. There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free. And no one survived From the royal fusiliers
From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z They were all left behind Most of them dead The rest of them dying And that's how the High Command Took my
Alky on the corner Shell shocked fusilier Tip him a little drink, he?ll get you Cigarettes and beer Thomas Tapling Senior Got soda pop and news Scott
I kept a memory back from my early years A boat out to Cyprus with the Scottish Fusiliers I was two years old, I was barely alive Already cruising
I courted a man from the Lancs Fusiliers He gave me his heart and so I loved him dear For he took me a-courting and he taught me to dance Then he
head Made my way with the fusiliers I even fought my way back home But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted Had to fight the war on my
people? Stumble left out of the boozer Threw some shrapnel to the legless fusilier An endless ceiling and another light With a half-tenner smile
Lakes And then I heard him say He was a seventh Fusilier alias Chemist Had an Iron Body he had Blue Blood Adventurous Spirit shot straight as an arrow
faire mutilé pour un oui, fusilier pour un non wowowo C’est peut être toi qui est trop tille-gen peut être pas moi l’méchant, jète pas d’paver de celha
pour l’officier je garde mes crachats Sur le deadline je reste debout prêt à être fusilier J’ai fait toute mon time à spiter comme un douze scié Loin
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