Poor Paddy Lyrics - Red Roses For Me - Pogues

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 Hartlepool I moved to Crewe 

Found meself a job to do 

Working on the railway 

I was wearing corduroy breeches 

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches 

I was working on the railway 

In eighteen hundred and forty-three 

I broke me shovel across me knee 

And went to work for the company 

On the Leeds to Selby railway 

I was wearing corduroy breeches 

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches 

I was working on the railway 

In eighteen hundred and forty-four 

I landed on the Liverpool shore 

Me 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 Danny O'Connell he was alive 

When Danny O'Connell he was alive 

And working on the railway 

I was wearing corduroy breeches 

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches 

I was working on the railway 

In eighteen hundred and forty-six 

I changed me trade to carrying bricks 

Changed me trade to carrying bricks 

Still working on the railway 

I was wearing corduroy breeches 

Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches 

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 

I was working on the railway