In eighteen hundred and forty one
They put me corduroy britches on
They put me corduroy britches on
To work upon the railway.
Filli-me-oo-ree-aye-ree-ay
Filli-me-oo-ree-aye-ree-ay
Filli-me-oo-ree-aye-ree-ay
To work upon the railway.
Now 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.
Well, it's pat do this and pat do that,
Without a stocking or cravat
And nothing for an old straw hat
While working on the railway.
Now in eighteen hundred and forty-three,
Twas then i met sweet biddy mcgee.
Ah, an elegant wife she's been to me,
While working on the railway.
Now in eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Sweet biddie mcgee she went to heaven
If she left one child she left eleven
To work upon the railway.
Now 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.
(Twice)
