 (The Pogues' Version)-----------------------------------------
In eighteen hundred and forty-oneThe corduroy breeches I put onMe corduroy breeches I put onTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-twoFrom Hartlepool I moved to CreweFound myself a job to doA working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breechesDigging ditches, pulling switchesDodging pitches, as I wasWorking on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-threeI broke the shovel across me kneeI went to work for the companyOn the Leeds to Selby railway
I was wearing corduroy breechesDigging ditches, pulling switchesDodging pitches, as I wasWorking on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-fourI landed on the Liverpool shoreMy belly was empty me hands were rawWith working on the railway, the railwayI'm sick to my guts of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-fiveWhen Daniel O'Connell he was aliveWhen Daniel O'Connell he was aliveAnd working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breechesDigging ditches, pulling switchesDodging pitches, as I wasWorking on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-sixI changed my trade to carrying bricksI changed my trade to carrying bricksTo work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy breechesDigging ditches, pulling switchesDodging pitches, as I wasWorking on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-sevenPoor Paddy was thinking of going to HeavenThe old bugger was thinking of going to HeavenTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm sick to my death of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breechesDigging ditches, pulling switchesDodging pitches, as I wasWorking on the Railway
(Paddy Works on the Railway)---------------------------------------
In eighteen hundred and forty-oneMy corduroy breeches I put onMy corduroy breeches I put onTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-twoI didn't know what I should doI didn't know what I should doTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-threeI sailed away across the seaI sailed away across the seaTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-fourI landed on Columbia's shoreI landed on Columbia's shoreTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-fiveWhen Daniel O'Connell he was aliveWhen Daniel O'Connell he was aliveTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-sixI made my trade to carrying bricksI made my trade to carrying bricksTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-sevenPoor Paddy was thinking of going to HeavenPoor Paddy was thinking of going to HeavenTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-eightI learned to drink my whiskey straightI learned to drink my whiskey straightTo work upon the railway, the railwayI'm weary of the railwayPoor Paddy works on the railway
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