Paddy's Lament

Well its by the hush, me boys
And thats to mind your noise
And listen to poor Paddys sad narration
I was by hunger stressed
And in poverty distressed
So I took a thought Id leave
The Irish nation
Well I sold me horse and cow
My little pigs and sow
My fathers farm of land
I then departed
And me sweetheart Bid McGee
Im afraid Ill never see
For I left her there that morning
Broken-hearted
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America Ill have ye
Not be coming
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 making
We were thinkin
When we got to yankee land
They put guns into our hands
Saying 'Paddy, you must go
And fight for Lincoln'
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America Ill have ye
Not be coming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
General Meagher to us he said
If you get shot or lose your head
Every mothers son of youse
Will get a pension
Well in the war I lost me leg
And all Ive nows a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth
To you I mention
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America Ill have ye
Not be coming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
Well I think meself in luck
If I get fed on Indianbuck
And old Ireland is the country
I delight in
To the devil I would say
God curse Americay
For in truth Ive had enough
Of your hard fightin
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America Ill have ye
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
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin