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Well it's by the hush, me boys |
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And sure that's to hold your noise |
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And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration |
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I was by hunger stressed |
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And in poverty distressed |
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So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation |
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Well I sold me horse and cow |
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My little pigs and sow |
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My fanther's farm land I did apart it |
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And me sweetheart Bid McGee |
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I'm afraid I'll never see |
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For I left her there that morning broken-hearted |
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Here's you boys |
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Now take my advice |
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To America I'll have ye's not be coming |
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There is nothing here but war |
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Where the murderin' cannons roar |
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And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin |
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Well myself and a hundred more |
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To America sailed o'er |
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Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin' |
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When we got to Yankee land |
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They put guns into our hands |
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Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" |
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Here's you boys |
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Now take my advice |
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To America I'll have ye's not be going |
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There is nothing here but war |
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Where the murderin' cannons roar |
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And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin |
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General Meagher to us he said |
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If you get shot or lose your head |
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Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension |
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Well in the war lost me leg |
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They gave me a wooden peg |
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And by soul it is the truth to you I mention |
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Here's you boys |
| [03:34.77] |
Now take my advice |
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To America I'll have ye's not be going |
| [03:45.64] |
There is nothing here but war |
| [03:48.99] |
Where the murderin' cannons roar |
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And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin |
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Well I think myself in luck |
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If I get fed on Indianbuck |
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And old Ireland is the country I delight in |
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To the devil, I would say |
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God curse Americay |
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For the truth I've had enough of their hard fightin |
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Here's you boys |
| [04:39.48] |
Now take my advice |
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To America I'll have ye's not be going |
| [04:50.33] |
There is nothing here but war |
| [04:53.84] |
Where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [04:58.11] |
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin |
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I wish I was at home |
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I wish I was at home |
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I wish I was at home |
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In dear old Dublin |
