I zicka zimba, zimba, zimba
zicka zimba, zimba, hey 
I zicka zimba, zimba, zimba 
I zicka zimba, zimba, hey 

Hold him down, you Zulu warrior!
Hold him down, you Zulu chief, 
Chief chief chief...

In eighteen hundred and fifty-one
The American railway just begun
The American railway just begun
Working on the railway.

Patsy-o-ree-o-ree-ay
Patsy-o-ree-o-ree-ay
Patsy-o-ree-o-ree-ay
Working on the railway.

repeat verse and chorus, using:

1852 I found myself with nothing to do.
1853 the foreman came and started me.
1854 my back was bent, and my knees were sore.
1855 I found myself more dead than alive.
1856 I dropped a box of dynamite sticks.
1857 I found myself on the way to heaven.
1858 I picked the lock on the pearly gates.
1859 a pair of wings and a harp divine.
1850-10 if you want any more you can sing it again.

Oh, as I went home on Monday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door
Where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her
"Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door
Where my old horse should be?" 
Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.

Tuesday - Coat behind the door 
Woolen blanket - Buttons on a blanket 

Wednesday - Pipe upon the chair
Tin-whistle - Tobacco in a tin-whistle

Thursday - two boots beneath the bed
They're two lovely geranium pots - laces in geranium pots 

Friday - head upon the bed
Baby boy - baby boy with his whiskers on

In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She was a fishmonger
And sure, t'was no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they wheeled their barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She died of a fever
And sure, so one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.

Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"