I listened several times to the recording at YouTube (thanks for drawing my attention to it, guest) and I think I can now make a few more corrections:


DIGS IN BIRMINGHAM
As recorded by the Sons of Erin.

1. I left me home in Dublin not too many years ago,
And sailed away to Eng-a-land; that's where the Paddies go.
To the capital of Warwickshire, 'tis there me quest did end.
'Tis there I had to sleep with seven others in a bed.

CHORUS: Roll over, Paddy; lie in a wee bit, Joe.
Ah, lift your elbow, Johnny; do not dislocate me toe.
Let go the blankets, Michael; don't strip me perished gam(?).
That's all you'll hear in Eng-a-land, in the digs in Birmingham.

2. I washed(?) along in Birmingham till I was in a job,
A-makin' tay for navvies and me pay was fifty bob.
To find a place to rest me bones it was me other plight,
You could hear the other lads all say(?) when tucked in their beds at night:

CHORUS; INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

3. I slept in a manly place e'er since I left me mammy's knee,
Saw prison cells and doss-houses; it was me life at sea.
But sad dreams we used to show(?) when seven in would cram,
To share the board and lodgin's in the digs in Birmingham.

CHORUS