Just ask Liam's Brother.

MIKE

Section gang working in the broiling sun
Section men shirking though there's work to be done

Chorus:
Damn be the President, my name is Mike.
I got my hand into it, I drive the spike.

Mike's from Tipperary and his name's O'Burke
Fights like the devil and he hates to work.

Leveling up the roadbed ain't no fun
Nor driving down the spikes in the broiling sun

Heat bakes down and shakes the blazing rails
Hangs 'round your head till your mind nearly fails

Shovel in the ground when he hoists the tie
Supper time coming in the sweet by and by

Mike was piling ties near the ditch by the road
Out among the jimpson where the boys ain't mowed

He picked up a crosstie without much vim
Blacksnake wriggles 'tween his pants and him

Lit out for Oklahoma and he ain't coming back
Showed no hesitation as he tore down the track

Caught up with the 'spress train and hollered like a man
"Bedad, If you can't run, let ahead what can!"

All the best,
Dan Milner