In eighteen hundred and forty one,
I put my corduroy breeches on,
I put my corduroy breeches on
to work upon the railway.
Chorus:
Fil-a-mee-o-ry, ory, ay (3x)
To work upon the railway.
In eighteen hundred and forty two,
I left the ould world for the new.
Bad cess to the luck that brought me through
to work upon the railway.
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In eighteen hundred and forty three,
'twas then I met sweet Biddy McGee.
An iligant wife she's been to me
while workin' on the railway.
Chorus
In eighteen hundred and forty four,
me back was gettin' mighty sore,
Mmwhile workin' on the railway.
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In eighteen hundred forty five,
I found meself more dead than alive,
I found meself more dead than alive
while workin' on the railway.
Chorus
It's "Pat do this!" and "Pat do that!",
without a stocking or cravat.
Nothing but an ould straw hat
while Pat worked on the railway.
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In eighteen hundred and forty seven,
Sweet Biddy McGee she went to heaven.
She left one child, she left eleven
to work upon the railway.
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In eighteen hundred and forty eight
I learned to drink me whiskey straight.
It's an iligant drink that can't be beat
for workin' on the railway.
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