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Paddy Works on the Railway
Traditional. Scheduled for an upcoming Darby CD.
notes: An immigrant song.
Paddy Works on the Railway
(Trad.)

  E                                                                           B7
In eighteen hundred and forty-one me corduroy britches I put on
    E                                A     E                    B7
Me corduroy britches I put on to work upon the railway - the railway
    E       E7      A   E                                  B7          E
I’m weary of the railway - poor Paddy works on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-two I left the old world for the new
                         A            B7                  E
And I got meself a job to do; workin’ on the railway

I was wearin’ corduroy britches, diggin’ ditches, dodgin’ pitches, pullin’
switches
       B7
I was workin’ on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-three it’s then I met with Biddy Magee
And the sweet young thing, she married me
Workin’ on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-four I worked again and I worked some more
Til me back was bent and me hands were sore
From workin’ on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-five, when Daniel O’Connel, he was alive
We worked as hard as bees in a hive
Workin’ on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-six I changed me trade from carryin’ bricks
I changed me trade from carryin’ bricks
To workin’ on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-seven poor Biddy she died and went to Heaven
If she left one child she left eleven
All from workin’ on the railway - the railway
I’m weary of the railway - poor Paddy works on the railway