paroles de chanson Paddy On the Railway - The Dubliners
In
eighteen
hundred
and
forty-one
The
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
myself
a
job
to
do
A
working
on
the
railway
I
was
wearing
corduroy
breeches
Digging
ditches,
pulling
switches
Dodging
pitches,
as
i
was
Working
on
the
railway
In
eighteen
hundred
and
forty-three
I
broke
the
shovel
across
me
knee
I
went
to
work
for
the
company
On
the
leeds
to
selby
railway
I
was
wearing
corduroy
breeches
Digging
ditches,
pulling
switches
Dodging
pitches,
as
i
was
Working
on
the
railway
In
eighteen
hundred
and
forty-four
I
landed
on
the
liverpool
shore
My
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
daniel
o'connell
he
was
alive
When
daniel
o'connell
he
was
alive
And
working
on
the
railway
I
was
wearing
corduroy
breeches
Digging
ditches,
pulling
switches
Dodging
pitches,
as
i
was
Working
on
the
railway
In
eighteen
hundred
and
forty-six
I
changed
my
trade
to
carrying
bricks
I
changed
my
trade
to
carrying
bricks
To
work
upon
the
railway
I
was
wearing
corduroy
breeches
Digging
ditches,
pulling
switches
Dodging
pitches,
as
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,
as
i
was
Working
on
the
railway
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