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 bitches
I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty three
I broke me shovel across me knee
Went to work with a company
In the Leeds and Selby Railway

I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging bitches
I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
Me belly was empty, me hands were sore
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 bitches
I was working 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 bitches
I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty seven
Poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' to Heaven,
(God bless him)
And if he left one child then he left eleven
All workin' on 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 bitches
I was working on the railway

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