Paddy On The Railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-one
 Me corduroy breeches I put on
 Me corduroy breeches I put on
 To work upon the railway, the railway
 I'm weary of the railway
 Poor Paddy works on the railway
 In eighteen hundred and forty-two
 From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
 Found meself a job to do
 Working on the railway
 I was wearing corduroy breeches
 Digging ditches, pulling stitches,
 Dancing on the line
 Still working on the railway
 In eighteen hundred and forty-three
 I broke me shovel across me knee
 And went to work for the company
 On the Leeds to Selby railway
 In eighteen hundred and forty-four
 I landed on the Liverpool shore
 Me belly was empty, me hands were raw
 With working on the railway, the railway
 I'm sick to my guts of the railway
 Poor Paddy works on the railway
 In eighteen hundred and forty-five
 When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
 When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
 And working on the railway
 In eighteen hundred and forty-six
 I changed me trade to carrying bricks
 Changed me trade to carrying bricks
 Still working on the railway
 In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
 Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
 The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
 To work upon the railway, the railway
 I'm sick to my death of the railway
 Poor Paddy works on the railway