Here is my song for my ancestors..

My name is Fitzgerald from Ireland I came
Here's to the men who are building the rail (each verse)
To join the great Garveys of railroading fame
May their hearts never break may their strength never fail

If your name should be Garvey you're likely a boss
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America's luck is Ireland's loss
..

So I joined with my cousins my comrads and pals..
Like their fathers before them who built the canals..

Don't drink and don't gamble our dear others cried..
But there's ice in the tent and its freezing outside..

Many fine men came from over the seas..
The boxcars were filled with the bones of Chinese..

If we come back this way there are graves we will keep..
Of men so exhausted they died in their sleep..

Should I ever falter should I ever die..
Just pack me with powder and blow me sky high..

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