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La letra de la cancion Paddy S Lament de Sinead O Connor 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 ass and cow, my little pigs and sow My little plot of land I soon did part with 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 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 o er Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands 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 meself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck And old Ireland is the country I delight in To the devil, I would say, it s curse Americay For the truth I.ve had enough of your 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 I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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