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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 pressed, |
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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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Here's you boys, |
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now take my advice |
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To America I'll have ye |
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it'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 |
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in dear old Dublin |
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Well I sold me horse and cow, |
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me little pigs and sow |
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My little plot of land |
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I soon did part with |
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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 |
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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 |
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it'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 |
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in dear old Dublin |
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Well meself and a hundred more |
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to America sailed o'er |
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Our fortunes to be made |
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we were thinkin' |
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When we got to Yankee land, |
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they shoved a gun into our hands |
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Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" |
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General Meagher to us he said, |
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if you get shot or lose your leg |
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Every murdered soul of youse |
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will get a pension |
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Well meself I lost me leg, |
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they gave me a wooden peg, |
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And by God this is the truth to you I mention |
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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 |
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it'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 |
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in dear old Dublin |
