Paddy's Lamentation

Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation Oh I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation Well I sold me horse and cow, me little pigs and sow Me little plot of land I departed And me sweetheart Brid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted Oh here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have you'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 meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin' But when we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" Aye, I thought myself in luck, to be fed on Indian buck And old Ireland, the place that I delight in But with the devil, I do say, curse Americay For I am sick and tired of this hard fightin' Oh here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have you'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