Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Get the embed code Quilty - A Drop of Pure Album Lyrics1.Paddy Works In the Railway2.Paddy’s Green Shamerock Shore3.The Rocky Road to DublinQuilty Lyrics provided by It's an iligant drink that can't be beat for workin' on the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty eight I learned to drink my whiskey straight She left one child, she left eleven to work upon the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty seven, sweet Biddy McGee she went to heaven Nothing but an ould straw hat while Pat worked on the railway. 'Railroad Wings' You took a silver train all the way to Maine On the way to everything Railroad wings Theres things you dont know you know I thought anger told me what to do With emptiness chasing me On the border, I found you You shouldve heard her sing Railroad wings This emptiness has followed me like a cold blue sky And it has not been. It's "Pat do this!" and "Pat do that!", without a stocking or cravat I found meself more dead than alive, while workin' on the railway. In eighteen hundred forty five, I found meself more dead than alive Me back was gettin' might sore while workin' on the railway. The song was based on Gerard Hoffnungs wonderful address to the. In eighteen hundred and forty four, me back was gettin' mighty sore I wrote this song under its original title Paddy and the Barrell in 1969, and first performed it in The Dyers Arms in Coventry at this time, and in 1972 Sean Cannon, later to become a member of the Dubliners began to perform it in the folk clubs under the title The Sick Note. Here's another version sent by David: 'My mother use to recite this to the grandchildren and it is called 'Paddy on the Railroad' and it goes like this. In eighteen hundred and forty three, 'twas then I met sweet Biddy McGeeĪn iligant wife she's been to me, while workin on the railway. According to Urban Dictionary, Paddy is: 1. In eighteen hundred and forty two, I left the ould world for the newīad cess to the luck that brought me through, to work upon the railway. I put my cordury breeches on, to work upon the railway.įil-a-mee-o-ry, ory, ay To work upon the railway. Writer(s): TRADITIONAL, LUKE KELLY, RONALD JOSEPH DREW, BARNEY MCKENNA, CIARON BOURKE, JOHN EDMUND SHEEHANLyrics powered by eighteen hundred and forty one, I put my corduroy breeches on 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, workin' on the railway I was wearing corduroy britches Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' 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 workin' on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty four I landed on the Liverpool shore Me belly was empty, me hands were rough with workin' 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 workin' on the railway I was wearing corduroy britches Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty six I changed me trade from carryin' bricks Changed me trade from carryin' bricks to workin' on the railway I was wearing corduroy britches Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty seven poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' ta heaven Poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' 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 workin' on the railway
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