Poor Paddy Works on the Railway


Iron Road

POOR PADDY WORKS ON THE RAILWAY

In eighteen hundred and fifty-one,
I did what many men had done,
Oh, me dungaree breeches I put on,

Chorus: To work upon the railway, the railway.
      I’m weary of the railway.
      Oh, poor Paddy works on the railway.

In eighteen hundred and fifty-two,
I had some work that I must do,
So I shipped away wid’ an Irish crew,

In eighteen hundred and fifty-three,
I packed my gear and went to sea,
I shipped away to Syd-en-ee

In eighteen hundred and fifty-four,
I landed on Australia’s shore,
I had a pick-axe an’ nothing more,

In eighteen hundred and fifty-six,
Me drinks I could no longer mix,
So I changed me trade to carrying bricks,

In eighteen hundred and fifty-seven,
Me children numbered jist eleven,
Of girls I’d four an’ boys I’d seven,
 
In eighteen hundred and fifty-eight
I made a fortune, not too late,
An’ shipped away on the Frances Drake.

(Poor Paddy on the Railway: localized by Warren Fahey 2005)