Текст песни Irish Work Song - Irish Work Song

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