Lyrics

[Intro] Much of the labor of the railroads Was done by Chinese and Irish immigrants An Irishman was known as a Patrick [Verse 1] In eighteen hundred and forty one I put my cordoroy britches on Put my cordoroy britches on To work up on the railway [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Philly me-oo, re-еye, re-aye Philly mе-oo, re-eye, re-aye Philly me-oo, re-eye, re-aye To work up on the railway [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] 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