Paddy's Lament

Well it's by the hush me boys,

and that's to mind your noise,

and listen to poor Paddy's

sad narration.

I was by hunger stressed

and in poverty distressed,

so I took a thought I'd leave

the Irish nation.

I sold me horse and cow,

my little pig and sow,

my father's farm of land

I then departed.

And me sweetheart Bid Magee,

I'm afraid I'll never see,

For I left her there that morning

broken-hearted.

Hear ye boys,

now take my advice.

To America I'll have you

not be coming.

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 america sailed o'er

Our fortunes to be makin',

we were thinkin'.

When we got to yankee land

They put guns into our hand,

saying "Paddy, you must go

and fight for Lincoln."

Hear ye boys,

Now take my advice,

To America I'll have you

not be coming.

There is nothing here but war

where the murdering cannons roar

And I wish I was at home

in dear old Dublin.

Well I think meself in luck

If I get fed on indian buck

and old Ireland is the country

I delight in.

To the devil I would say

'God curse Americay'

For in truth I've had enough

of their hard fighting.

Hear ye boys

now take my advice.

To america I'll have you

not be coming.

There is nothing here but war

Where the murdering cannons roar

And I wish I was at home

in dear old Dublin.

I wish I was at home

in dear old Dublin.