I love that this song was here being sung with passion. It dates from the 1860s, the first recordings of it are pre world war two. Luke Kelly did a version most likely the pogues were influenced by. Great to see old folk songs given life
In eighteen hundred and forty-one The corduroy breeches I put on Me corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway, the railway I'm weary of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-two From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe Found myself a job to do A working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches Digging ditches, pulling switches Dodging pitches, as I was Working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-three I broke the shovel across me knee I went to work for the company On the Leeds to Selby railway I was wearing corduroy breeches Digging ditches, pulling switches Dodging pitches, as I was Working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-four I landed on the Liverpool shore My belly was empty me hands were raw With working on the railway, the railway I'm sick to my guts of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-five When Daniel O'Connell he was alive When Daniel O'Connell he was alive And working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches Digging ditches, pulling switches Dodging pitches, as I was Working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-six I changed my trade to carrying bricks I changed my trade to carrying bricks To work upon the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches Digging ditches, pulling switches Dodging pitches, as I was Working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-seven Poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven The old bugger was thinking of going to heaven To work upon the railway, the railway I'm sick to my death of the railway Poor paddy works on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches Digging ditches, pulling switches Dodging pitches, as I was Working on the railway
I love that this song was here being sung with passion. It dates from the 1860s, the first recordings of it are pre world war two. Luke Kelly did a version most likely the pogues were influenced by. Great to see old folk songs given life
Brilliant. Love the pogoing.
In eighteen hundred and forty-one
The corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
Found myself a job to do
A working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I broke the shovel across me knee
I went to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
My belly was empty me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my guts of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven
The old bugger was thinking of going to heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my death of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the railway
Love this. Shane and the boys at their best.
Wow..Shane on TOP form here
Loving this video
Thanks Oztar
RIP....
rip to shane
Check out the song Poor Paddy , he was a ditch digger. From Ireland 💚
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Pouges at their best......
too peng