F C F C F C G x2
I'm [C]heading for a life in the [F]land of the free
Sending [C]every penny home to the [G]family
[C]Off to find fortunes that [F]can't be bought
Now [G]Paddy's struck down from a single shot
[G]Paddy's struck down from a single shot!
[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
They lured the men away they promised wealth and riches
A thousand miles from home lying steel and digging ditches
The work would be a challenge nary a soul could stand the trial
These wayfaring boys built the railways toughest mile
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile!
(Chorus)
[C]Fifty-seven men on the [F]hardest mile
[C]Murdered for their troubles, [G]left to die
[C]Immigrant sons from Doneg[F]al, Tyrone & Derry
Their [G]numbers were few but they did the job of many
[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all disappeared
Not a mention of their name no stone was ever turned
It would be so many years before the truth was ever learned
(Chorus)
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
[F]F [C]F [F]C [C]G [F]x2[C][G]
Now [F]ghosts dance a jig on an un[C]marked [G]grave
A [F]slug full of lead was the [C]price they were [G]paid
[F]Vigilante justice, [C]prejudice and [G]pride
[G]No one in this valley will be seen again alive
(Chorus)x2
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
I'm [C]heading for a life in the [F]land of the free
Sending [C]every penny home to the [G]family
[C]Off to find fortunes that [F]can't be bought
Now [G]Paddy's struck down from a single shot
[G]Paddy's struck down from a single shot!
[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
They lured the men away they promised wealth and riches
A thousand miles from home lying steel and digging ditches
The work would be a challenge nary a soul could stand the trial
These wayfaring boys built the railways toughest mile
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile!
(Chorus)
[C]Fifty-seven men on the [F]hardest mile
[C]Murdered for their troubles, [G]left to die
[C]Immigrant sons from Doneg[F]al, Tyrone & Derry
Their [G]numbers were few but they did the job of many
[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all disappeared
Not a mention of their name no stone was ever turned
It would be so many years before the truth was ever learned
(Chorus)
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
[F]F [C]F [F]C [C]G [F]x2[C][G]
Now [F]ghosts dance a jig on an un[C]marked [G]grave
A [F]slug full of lead was the [C]price they were [G]paid
[F]Vigilante justice, [C]prejudice and [G]pride
[G]No one in this valley will be seen again alive
(Chorus)x2
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
