Paddy's Lament
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Well, it's by the hush me boys,
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And that's to mind your noise,
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And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
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I was by hunger stressed and in poverty distressed
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So i took a thought i'd leave the Irish nation...
Well i sold me horse and cow, my little pigs 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.
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Here ye boys, now take my advice
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To America i'll have youse not be oming
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There is nothing here but war
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Where the murdering cannons roar
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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 making we were thinking
When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hand,
Saying, "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln."
Here ye boys, now take my advice...
General Meagher to us he said, "If you get shot or lose your head
Every mother'son of youse will get a pension.
Well in the war i los me leg; all I've now's a wooden peg;
By my soul it is the truth to you I mention.
Here ye boys, now take my advice...
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
Here ye boys, now take my advice...