Well it's by the hush me boys and sure that's to hold your noise
Listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
Well I was by hunger pressed and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought, I'd leave the Irish nation.
Well I sold me horse and cow, me little pig and sow
Me little plot of land I sold to part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted.
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Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have you not be comming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.
Well, meself and a hundred more to Americay sailed o'er
Our fortune to be made, oh we were thinking
When we got to Yankee-land, they shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln".
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General Meaghar to us he said "If you get shot or lose your head
Each murdering son of yours will get a pension"
Well, myself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by God this is the truth to you I mention.
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When I think myself in luck, I get fed on Indian buck
And Ireland is the country I delight in
With the devil I did say, it's curse Americay
For I think I've had enough of your hard fighting.
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