[the pogues' version]   -----------------------------------------      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            [paddy works on the railway]   ---------------------------------------         In eighteen hundred and forty-one   My corduroy breeches I put on   My 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   I didn't know what I should do   I didn't know what I should do   To work upon the railway, the railway   I'm weary of the railway   Poor paddy works on the railway      In eighteen hundred and forty-three   I sailed away across the sea   I sailed away across the sea   To work upon the railway, the railway   I'm weary of the railway   Poor paddy works on the railway      In eighteen hundred and forty-four   I landed on columbia's shore   I landed on columbia's shore   To work upon 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   When daniel o'connell he was alive   To work upon the railway, the railway   I'm weary of the railway   Poor paddy works on the railway      In eighteen hundred and forty-six   I made my trade to carrying bricks   I made my trade to carrying bricks   To work upon the railway, the railway   I'm weary of the railway   Poor paddy works on the railway      In eighteen hundred and forty-seven   Poor paddy was thinking of going to heaven   Poor paddy was thinking of going to heaven   To work upon the railway, the railway   I'm weary of the railway   Poor paddy works on the railway      In eighteen hundred and forty-eight   I learned to drink my whiskey straight   I learned to drink my whiskey straight   To work upon the railway, the railway   I'm weary of the railway   Poor paddy works on the railway