[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