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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