Much of the labor of the railroads
Was done by Chinese and Irish immigrants
An Irishman was known as a Patrick
In eighteen hundred and forty one
I put my cordoroy britches on
Put my cordoroy britches on
To work up on the railway
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
To work up on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty two
I left the old world for the new
Bad 'cess the luck that brought me through
To work up on the railway
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
To work up on the railway
We left old Ireland to come here
And spent our latter days in cheer
Our bosses they did drink strong beer
And Pat worked on the railway
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
And Pat worked on the railway
It's "Pat do this" and "Pat do that"
Without a stocking or cravat
Nothing but an old straw hat
And Pat worked on the railway
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye
And Pat worked on the railway
