1. Well it's by the hush, me boys, And sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger pressed, And in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation. Refrain: Here's you boys, Now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, Where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. 2. Well I sold me ass and cow, My little pigs and sow My little plot of land I soon did part with And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted. Refrain: |
3. Well meself and a hundred more, To America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin' When we got to Yankee land, They shoved a gun into our hands Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln." Refrain: 4. General Meagher to us he said, If you get shot or lose your head Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension Well meself I lost me leg, They gave me a wooden peg, And by God this is the truth to you I mention. Refrain: 5. Well I think meself in luck, If I get fed on Indian buck And old Ireland is the country I delight in With the devil, I do say, It's curse Americay For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'. Refrain: |
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