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The Dubliners

Poor Paddy On The Railway

 

Poor Paddy On The Railway

(альбом: A Drop Of The Hard Stuff - 1967)


In eighteen hundred and forty one, me 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 eighteen hundred and forty two, from Bartley Pool I moved to Crewe
And I found meself 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 went to work with the company in 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
Me belly was empty, me hands were rough 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
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 from carrying bricks
Changed me trade from carrying bricks to 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 ta heaven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going ta heaven, to work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway, poor Paddy works on the railway

I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway

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