Poor 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 Bartley Pool I moved to Crewe

And I found meself a job to do, workin' on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was workin' on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty three I broke me shovel across me knee

And went to work with the company in the Leeds and Selby Railway

I was wearing corduroy britches

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was workin' on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty four I landed on the Liverpool shore

Me belly was empty, me hands were rough with workin' on the railway, the railway

I'm weary of the railway, poor Paddy works on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty five, when Daniel O'Connell he was alive

Daniel O'Connell he was alive and workin' on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was workin' on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty six I changed me trade from carryin' bricks

Changed me trade from carryin' bricks to workin' on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was workin' on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty seven poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' ta heaven

Poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' ta heaven, to work upon the railway, the railway

I'm weary of the railway, poor Paddy works on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was workin' on the railway