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Jerry, Go lie that Car
And any man that wouldn't lind a hand, 'twas Larry give him his Time.
And ivery Sunday morni-i-ing unto the gang he'd say: " Me byes, prepare — yez be aware the ould lady
goes to church the day. Now, I want ivery man to pump the best he can, for
the distance it is far-r-r; An' we have to get in ahead of number tin — So, Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r! "
'Twas in November in the winter time and the
ground all covered wid snow, " Come put the hand-car-r-r on the track an' over
the section go! " Wid his big soger coat buttoned up to his t'roat, all
weathers he would dare — An' it's " Paddy Mack, will yez walk the track, An' Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r! "
" Give my respects to the roadmas-ther," poor Larry .
he did cry, " An lave me up that I may see the ould hand-car
before I die. Come, j'int ahead an' cinter back, An' Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r! "
Then lay the spike maul upon his chist, the gauge,
and the ould claw-bar-r-r, And while the byes do be fillin' up his grave, " Oh, Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r! "