Jerry Go Ile That Car

Jerry Go Ile That Car

Come all ye railroad section men an’ listen to my song
It is of Larry O’Sullivan who now is dead and gone
For twinty hears a section boss, he niver hired a tar
Oh, it’s j’int and cinter back
An’ Jerry, go ile that car!

For twinty years a section boss, he niver hired a tar
But it’s j’int ahead and cinter back
An’ Jerry, go ile that car-r-r!

For twinty years a section boss, he worked upon the track
And be it to his cred-i-it he niver had a wrack
For he kept every j’int right up to the p’int wid the tap of the tampin-bar-r-r
And while the byes was a-swimmin’ up the ties
It’s, Jerry, wud yez ile that car-r-r!

God rest ye, Larry O’Sullivan, to me ye were kind and good
Ye always made the section men go out and chop me wood
An’ fetch me wather from the well an’ chop me kindlin’ fire
And any man that wouldn’t lind a hand, ‘twas Larry give him his time.

And ivery Sunday morni-i-ing untio the gang he’d say
Me byes, prepare yez be aware the ould lady goes to church today
Now, I want ivery man to pump the best he can, for the distance if 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 bog 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
And 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 guage 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!