57 Ulstermen
No better than a slave
Cholera struck some dead
Dumped in a mass grave
The locals feared contagion
And murdered all the rest
A shallow cut beside the tracks
Is now where they all rest
Irish in America
From frying pan to fire
No Irish need apply
None but Duffy would hire
West from Philadelphia
Laying Duffy's track
Promised living wages
They never made it back
Together they all labored
Together they all died
Together forever in the dirt
No murderer was tried
Irish in America
From frying pan to fire
No Irish need apply
None but Duffy would hire
No women gave them comfort
Men alone in the wild
No prayer from a priest
Nor song from a child
Living in the wilderness
Laying down the rails
Driving in the spikes
Deadmen tell no tales
Irish in America
Kneeling at a cross
The death of an Irishman
Was less than a loss
Chucky Arla - Duffy's Cut Lyrics
Chucky Arla - Duffy's Cut Lyrics
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57 Ulstermen
No better than a slave
Cholera struck some dead
Dumped in a mass grave
The locals feared contagion
And murdered all the rest
A shallow cut beside the tracks
Is now where they all rest
Irish in America
From frying pan to fire
No Irish need apply
None but Duffy would hire
West from Philadelphia
Laying Duffy's track
Promised living wages
They never made it back
Together they all labored
Together they all died
Together forever in the dirt
No murderer was tried
Irish in America
From frying pan to fire
No Irish need apply
None but Duffy would hire
No women gave them comfort
Men alone in the wild
No prayer from a priest
Nor song from a child
Living in the wilderness
Laying down the rails
Driving in the spikes
Deadmen tell no tales
Irish in America
Kneeling at a cross
The death of an Irishman
Was less than a loss
No better than a slave
Cholera struck some dead
Dumped in a mass grave
The locals feared contagion
And murdered all the rest
A shallow cut beside the tracks
Is now where they all rest
Irish in America
From frying pan to fire
No Irish need apply
None but Duffy would hire
West from Philadelphia
Laying Duffy's track
Promised living wages
They never made it back
Together they all labored
Together they all died
Together forever in the dirt
No murderer was tried
Irish in America
From frying pan to fire
No Irish need apply
None but Duffy would hire
No women gave them comfort
Men alone in the wild
No prayer from a priest
Nor song from a child
Living in the wilderness
Laying down the rails
Driving in the spikes
Deadmen tell no tales
Irish in America
Kneeling at a cross
The death of an Irishman
Was less than a loss
Writer: Chucky Arla
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