Poor Paddy

In 1841, me corduroy britches I put on

Me corduroy britches I put on

To work upon the railway, the railway

I'm weary of the railway

Poor Paddy works on the railway

In 1842, from Hartlepool I moved to Crewe

Found myself a job to do, working on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging pitches

I was working on the railway

In 1843, I broke me shovel across me knee

Went to work for the company on the Leeds to Selby railway

I was wearing corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging pitches

I was working on the railway

In 1844, 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 1845, when Danny O'Connell, he was alive

When Danny O'Connell, he was alive and working on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging pitches

I was working on the railway

In 1846, I changed me trade to carrying bricks

Changed me trade to carrying bricks, still working on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging pitches

I was working on the railway

In 1847, 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

I was wearing corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging pitches

I was working on the railway