Lyrics:

I work for the Union Pike
Out on the Western Line
I found Uncle Sean in Denver
And he and his wife are fine
They send their best
And like the rest
They send home the slates
It took six months from the Cobh
Another six by land
But the pay is good
And as I should
I'll send home the slates

Back on your feet now, lads
Our time for writing home has passed
Six miles to spike today
That's what we need
Fast, lads, we must advance
Work to the Gandy dance
Six days to double pay
That's our reward
But not till the line goes down

I'll not send empty letters
I know you need the rent
Dad, you deserve a new pair of boots
I know it's money well spent
So kind regards
I'll work hard to send home the slates

PS. Dear Ma
I send my picture
Don't let the family forget me