Paddy's Lament (Live)

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 stressed
And in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me horse and cow
My little pigs and sow
My fanther's farm land I did apart it
And me sweetheart Bid McGee
I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Here's you boys
Now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's 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 myself and a hundred more
To America sailed o'er
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'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
General Meagher to us he said
If you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
Well in the war lost me leg
They gave me a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth to you I mention
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
Well I think myself 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 the truth I've had enough of their hard fightin
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
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin