Also in 1909, Patrick Nimmo of Long Island City wrote:

"As I myself at one time worked on the railroad, I append hereto the lyric as I have often heard it sung....

In eighteen hundred and forty-one.
That's the year that I begun.
That's the year that I begun
To work upon the railway.

Fil-li-me-oo-re-i-re-wy
Fil-li-me-oo-re-i-re-wy.
Fil-li-me-oo-re-i-re-wy,
Working on the railway.

In eighteen hundred and forty-two
Says I to myself this will never do
Says I to myself this will never do,
To work upon the railway.

In eighteen hundred and forty-three
Dan'l O'Connell he said to me,
Says Dan'l O'Connell he says to me:
'I see you're working on the railway.'

In eighteen hundred and forty-four
That's the year McGinnis come o'er
I was sore that McGinnis come o'er:
He was put to work on the railway.

In eighteen hundred and forty-five
Dan'l O'Connell was still alive,
My wife she died and I laughed and I cried.
For I was still working on the railway.

In eighteen hundred and forty-six
The gang pelted me with sticks and bricks.
Oh, I was In a hell of a fix,
For working on the railway.

In eighteen hundred and forty seven
I dreamt I died and went to heaven.
I dreamt I died and went to heaven,
To work upon the railway.

In eighteen hundred and forty-eight,
I met Saint Peter at the gate.
He says to me: 'It's not too late
To work upon the railway.'

In eighteen hundred and forty-nine
Saint Peter says: 'You're just in time.
You're just in time,' says he; 'It's fine
To work upon the railway.'

In eighteen hundred and forty-ten,
I went to heaven and back again,
Back again to my old men,
To work upon the railway."