| In eighteen hundred and forty-one,
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| I put my corduroy breeches on,
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| I put my corduroy breeches on
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| To work up on the railway.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| To work up on the railway.
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-two,
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| I left the old world for the new,
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| Bad cess to the luck that brought me through
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| To work up on the railway.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| To work up on the railway.
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-three
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| 'Twas then I met sweet Biddy McGee
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| An elegant wife she’s been to me
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| While working on the railway.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| To work upon the railway.
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-six,
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| They belted me to build some bricks,
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| I was in an awfull fix,
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| While working on the railway.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| To work upon the railway.
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-seven,
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| Sweet Biddy McGee she went to heaven,
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| If she left one child, she left eleven,
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| To work upon the railway.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| To work upon the railway.
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| In eighteen hundred and forty-eight,
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| I learned to drink me whiskey straight,
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| It’s an elegant drink that can’t be beat
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| For working on the railway.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| To work upon the railway.
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye
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| Fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| Fil-li-me-fil-li-me-oo-ri-i-ri-aye.
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| To work upon the railway |