Paddy on the Handcar - Brian Rose

    In eighteen hundred and fifty-four
    Pat set sail from the Irish shore
    Said good-bye to his mother dear
    And drowned his sorrow in his beer

    He left the old world for the men
    Joined his brother down in old St.Lou
    After twice short weeks in the U.S.A.
    Pat was working on the railway

    All hail to the land of progress
    And the brave young men who won the west
    All hail to the land of liberty
    And the railway to own destiny

    In eighteen hundred and fifty-five
    Pat was working by his brother's side
    Through the summer's heat and the winter's cold
    The look was hard and took its toll

    His brother died on a aour day
    The wind was blowing abd the sky was grey
    For every mile another grave
    And one more life for the railway

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    Was fifteen years since he crossed the sea
    When Pat met up with glory
    Was a hell bound train that run him down
    He saw no lights and he heard no sound

    In eighteen hundred and sixty-nine
    Fast met west on the railway line
    And many a dollar has been made
    Off the men who work on the railway

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