PADDY WORKS ON THE RAILWAY



In eighteen hundred and forty-one

My corduroy breeches I put on

My 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

I didn't know what I should do (2x)



In eighteen hundred and forty-three

I sailed away across the sea (2x)



In eighteen hundred and forty-four

I landed on Columbia's shore (2x)



In eighteen hundred and forty-five

When Daniel O'Connell he was alive (2x)



In eighteen hundred and forty-six

I made my trade to carrying bricks (2x)



In eighteen hundred and forty-seven

Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven (2x)



In eighteen hundred and forty-eight

I learned to drink my whiskey straight (2x)



printed in Bill Meek Songs of the Irish in America

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