Interesting Facts about the Poor Paddy Works On The Railway
“Poor Paddy Works On The Railway” usually used as the pump or capstan shanty “. Alden in Harpers Magazine (July 1882) declares that it is a “sailors” song tamed to do land service . . . on the minstrel stage. Stan Hugill also tells us that song was popular in the Western Ocean Packets about the time of the Irish Potato famine. This song will be reconstructed as the pump shanty.
The source of this sea shanty
The music: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed: p 337).
The lyrics: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed: p 337, 338).
The Record of the Poor Paddy Works On The Railway
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The musical notation
The full lyrics
Poor Paddy Works On The Railway
Oh, in eighteen hundred an’ forty one,
Me dungaree breeches I put on,
Oh, me dungaree breeches I put on,
To work upon the railway,
– The railway,
– I,m weary of the railway,
– Oh, Poor Paddy works on the railway!
* 2 *
In eighteen hundred an’ fourty-two,
I did not know what I should do,
So I shipped away wid and Irish crew,
To work upon the railway,
* 3 *
In eighteen hundred an’ fourty-three,
I packet me gear an’ went to sea,
I shipped away to Amerikee,
To work …
* 4 *
In eighteen hundred an’ fourty-four,
I landed on Columbia’s shore,
I had a pick-axe an’ nothin’ more.
* 5 *
In eighteen hundred and forty-five,
When Dan O’Connell he wuz alive,
To break me leg I did contrive.
* 6 *
In eighteen hundred an’ fourty-six,
Me drinks no longer I could mox,
So I changed me trade to carrying bricks.
* 7 *
In eighteen hundred an’ forty-seven,
Me Children numbered jist eleven,
Of girls I’d four, of boys I’d seven.
* 8 *
In eighteen hundred an’ fourty-eight,
I made a fortune, not to late,
An’ shipped away to the River Plate.
* 9 *
In eighteen hundred an’ fourty-nine,
I for a sigh of Home did pine,
So I sailed down so uth to a warmer clime.