paddy S lamentation

Well its by the hush, me boys, and sure thats to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddys sad narration
I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought Id leave the Irish nation
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, Im afraid Ill never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Heres to you boys, now take my advice
To America Ill have yes 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
Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed oer
Our fortunes to be made [sic] 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'
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, its curse Americay
For I think Ive had enough of your hard fightin
Heres to you boys, now take my advice
To America Ill have yes 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