Poor Paddy
In eighteen hundred and forty-one
The 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 Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
Found myself a job to do
A working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I broke the shovel across me knee
I went to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
My belly was empty me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my guts 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 breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my death of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
Pobre Paddy
Em mil oitocentos e quarenta e um
As calças de veludo que eu vesti
Minhas calças de veludo que eu vesti
Pra trabalhar na ferrovia, na ferrovia
Estou cansado da ferrovia
Pobre Paddy trabalha na ferrovia
Em mil oitocentos e quarenta e dois
De Hartlepool eu fui pra Crewe
Consegui um trampo pra fazer
Trabalhando na ferrovia
Eu estava usando calças de veludo
Cavando valas, puxando desvios
Desviando de buracos, como eu estava
Trabalhando na ferrovia
Em mil oitocentos e quarenta e três
Quebrei a pá no meu joelho
Fui trabalhar pra companhia
Na ferrovia de Leeds a Selby
Eu estava usando calças de veludo
Cavando valas, puxando desvios
Desviando de buracos, como eu estava
Trabalhando na ferrovia
Em mil oitocentos e quarenta e quatro
Cheguei na costa de Liverpool
Minha barriga tava vazia, minhas mãos estavam machucadas
De tanto trabalhar na ferrovia, na ferrovia
Estou enjoado da ferrovia
Pobre Paddy trabalha na ferrovia
Em mil oitocentos e quarenta e cinco
Quando Daniel O'Connell ainda estava vivo
Quando Daniel O'Connell ainda estava vivo
E trabalhando na ferrovia
Eu estava usando calças de veludo
Cavando valas, puxando desvios
Desviando de buracos, como eu estava
Trabalhando na ferrovia
Em mil oitocentos e quarenta e seis
Mudei de profissão pra carregar tijolos
Mudei de profissão pra carregar tijolos
Pra trabalhar na ferrovia
Eu estava usando calças de veludo
Cavando valas, puxando desvios
Desviando de buracos, como eu estava
Trabalhando na ferrovia
Em mil oitocentos e quarenta e sete
Pobre Paddy pensava em ir pro céu
O velho safado pensava em ir pro céu
Pra trabalhar na ferrovia, na ferrovia
Estou doente de morte da ferrovia
Pobre Paddy trabalha na ferrovia
Eu estava usando calças de veludo
Cavando valas, puxando desvios
Desviando de buracos, como eu estava
Trabalhando na ferrovia