Michael Mulvaney

A A Michael O'Houlihan Patick Mulvabey, D was a true blue son of old Erin's sod, A D He de-voted his life to the U and P railroad, A D A the only thing that he feared was his God. A Mike was unhappy in the City of Dublin, D E for his situation was that of a clerk, A D He came to work for the U and P railroad, A D A and this is the song that he sang as he worked. A Drill ye tarriers, drill ye tarriers, D E drill ye tarriers drill, A D We're going to build the U and P railroad, A from Kansas City to Yackamah Hill. A When he got his first sight great noble red man. D A he said would you look at them shoot with their sticks, D And when they charged like the demons from Hell, A D A Michael said the darlings are up to their tricks. A He could dance with the best and hold his red liqueur, D E could lick any bully and never ask why, A D He was back at the railroad swinging his hammer, A before the morning had brightened the sky. A Drill ye tarriers, drill ye tarriers, D E drill ye tarriers drill, A D We're going to build the U and P railroad, A D A from Kansas City to Yackamah Hill. A There was never a woman if she was'nt married, D E who could have resisted the Mulvany charm, A D But if she conducted her-self like a lady, A D A then Michael Mulvaney would do her no harm. A When they came to the canyon they thought they'd abandon, D E the job but Mulvaney said look at the ditch, A D I'll be making the railroad straddle the gully, A or I'm an Irish son of a A Drill ye tarriers, drill ye tarriers, D E drill ye tarriers drill, A D We're going to build the U and P railroad, A from Kansas City to Yackamah Hill.