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)