| In eighteen hundred and forty-one
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| The corduroy breeches I put on
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| Me corduroy breeches I put on
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| To work upon the railway, the railway
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| I’m weary of the railway
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| Poor Paddy works on the railway
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-two
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| From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
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| Found myself a job to do
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| A working on the railway
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| I was wearing corduroy breeches
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| Digging ditches, pulling switches
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| Dodging pitches, as I was
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| Working on the Railway
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-three
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| I broke the shovel across me knee
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| I went to work for the company
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| On the Leeds to Selby railway
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| I was wearing corduroy breeches
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| Digging ditches, pulling switches
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| Dodging pitches, as I was
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| Working on the Railway
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-four
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| I landed on the Liverpool shore
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| My belly was empty me hands were raw
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| With working on the railway, the railway
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| I’m sick to my guts of the railway
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| Poor Paddy works on the railway
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-five
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| When Daniel O’Connell he was alive
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| When Daniel O’Connell he was alive
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| And working on the railway
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| I was wearing corduroy breeches
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| Digging ditches, pulling switches
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| Dodging pitches, as I was
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| Working on the Railway
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-six
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| I changed my trade to carrying bricks
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| I changed my trade to carrying bricks
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| To work upon the railway
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| I was wearing corduroy breeches
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| Digging ditches, pulling switches
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| Dodging pitches, as I was
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| Working on the Railway
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
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| Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
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| The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
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| To work upon the railway, the railway
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| I’m sick to my death of the railway
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| Poor Paddy works on the railway
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| I was wearing corduroy breeches
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| Digging ditches, pulling switches
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| Dodging pitches, as I was
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| Working on the Railway |