In eighteen hundred and forty-one
I put my cord 'roy breeches on
I put my cord 'roy breeches on
To work upon the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
I left the old world for the new
Bad cess to the luck that brought me through
To work upon the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
When we left Ireland to come here
And spent our latter days in cheer
And bosses, they did drink strong beer
And Pat worked on the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
Our boss's name, it was Tom King
He kept a store to rob the men
A Yankee clerk with ink and pen
To cheat Pat on the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
It's: "Pat do this!" and "Pat do that!"
Without a stocking or cravat
And nothing but an old straw hat
While Pat works on the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
One Monday morning to our surprise
Just half an hour before sunrise
The dirty divil went to the skies
And Pat worked on the railroad
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
In eighteen hudnred and forty-three
'Twas then I met Miss Biddy McGhee
An illygant wife she's been to me
While workin' on the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Sweet Biddy McGhee, she went to heaven
If she left one child, she left eleven
To work upon the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-eight
I learned to take my whiskey straight
'Tis an illygant drink and can't be bate
For working on the railway
Fili-me-ooree, eye-ri-ay
To work upon the railway