Poor Paddy

In 1841, the 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 1842, from Hartlepool I moved to Crewe Found myself a job to do a working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches Pulling switches, dodging pitches As I was working on the railway In 1843, I broke the shovel across me knee I went to work for the company, on the Leeds to Selby railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches Pulling switches, dodging pitches As I was working on the railway In 1844, I landed on the Liverpool shore My 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 Daniel O'Connell he was alive When Daniel O'Connell, he was alive And working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches Pulling switches, dodging pitches As I was working on the railway In 1846, I changed my trade to carrying bricks I changed my trade to carrying bricks To working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches Pulling switches, dodging pitches As 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 breeches, digging ditches Pulling switches, dodging pitches As I was working on the railway