In eighteen hundred and forty-one  The corduroy breeches I put on  Me corduroy breeches I put on  All from work upon the railway, the railway  I'm weary of the railway  Oh paddy works on the railway    In eighteen hundred and forty-two  I moved my shit crewe from Paddy and crew  moved my shit crewe from Paddy and crew  And working on the railway    I was wearing corduroy breeches  Digging ditches, Turnin switches  Dodging bitches, as I was  Working on the railway    In eighteen hundred and forty-three  I broke the shovel across me knee  broke the shovel across me knee  As i was workin on the railway    I was wearing corduroy breeches  Digging ditches, Turnin switches  Dodging bitches, 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 sore  All from working on the railway, the railway  I'm weary of the railway  Ah paddy works on the railway    In eighteen hundred and forty-five  Oh Paddy Oh God he was alive  Paddy Oh god he was alive  And working on the railway    I was wearing corduroy breeches  Digging ditches, Turnin switches  Dodging Bitches, as I was  Working on the railway    In eighteen hundred and forty-six  I moved my crew from carrying bricks  Moved my crew from carrying bricks  To work upon the railway    I was wearing corduroy breeches  Digging ditches, Turnin switches  Dodging bitches, as I was  Working on the railway    In eighteen hundred and forty-seven  AH paddy was thinking of going to heaven  Paddy left one child, Paddy left the land  They were all work on the railway, the railway  Well I'm weary of the railway  Ah paddy works on the railway    I was wearing corduroy breeches  Digging ditches, Turnin switches  Dodging bitches, as I was  Working on the railway    these lyrics are submitted by Ryan Witzke