Poor Paddy Works on the Railway - The Blarney Lads

In eighteen hundred and forty-one

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 eighteen hundred and forty-two

From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe

And I found meself with a job to do

Working on the railway

I was wearing

Corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-three

I broke me shovel across me knee

And I went to work for a company

On the Leeds and Selby railway

I was wearing

Corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-four

I landed on the Liverpool shore

Well, me belly was empty, me throat was raw

With working 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

When Daniel O’Connell, he was alive

And working on the railway

I was wearing

Corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-six

I changed me trade to carrying bricks

I changed me trade to carrying bricks

From working on the railway

I was wearing

Corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-seven

Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven

Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven

To work upon the railway, the railway

I’m weary of the railway

Poor Paddy works on the railway

Well, I was wearing

Corduroy britches, digging ditches

Pulling switches, dodging hitches

I was working on the railway