Paddy's Lamentation Lyrics
| Song | Paddy's Lamentation |
| Artist | David Kincaid |
| Album | The Irish Volunteer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Anonymous Unknown |
| [00:15.006] | And it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise |
| [00:22.145] | And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation |
| [00:31.062] | I was by hunger pressed, and by poverty distressed |
| [00:38.895] | When I took the thought I'd leave the Irish nation |
| [00:46.164] | So I sold me horse and plow, sold me sheep and pigs and sow |
| [00:53.398] | My little farm of land I, we parted |
| [01:02.465] | And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afeared I'll never see |
| [01:09.997] | For I left her on that morning quite broken-hearted |
| [01:17.306] | And here's to you boys, now do take my advice |
| [01:25.068] | To Americay I'll have ye's not bе going |
| [01:33.658] | O there's nothing herе but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [01:41.214] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [01:52.287] | So me and a hundred more, to Americay sailed o'er |
| [01:59.600] | Our fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin' |
| [02:08.397] | But when we landed in Yankee land, they stuck a musket in our hands |
| [02:16.246] | Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" |
| [02:23.431] | General Meagher to us said, if you get shot or you lose your leg |
| [02:31.085] | Every father's son of you will get a pension |
| [02:39.965] | But in the war I lost my leg, all I've got's a wooden peg |
| [02:47.383] | O me boys it's the truth to you I mention |
| [02:54.720] | And here's to you boys, now do take my advice |
| [03:02.544] | To Americay I'll have ye's not be going |
| [03:10.970] | O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [03:18.590] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [03:42.390] | O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [03:49.824] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [04:00.975] | Now I'd have thought meself in luck, to be fed Indian buck |
| [04:08.268] | And in Ireland the land I delight in |
| [04:17.071] | But by the devil, I do say, curse Americay |
| [04:24.765] | For I'm sure I've had enough of your hard fightin' |
| [04:32.374] | And here's to you boys, do take my advice |
| [04:39.986] | To Americay I'll have ye's not be going |
| [04:48.418] | O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [04:55.975] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Anonymous Unknown |
| [00:15.006] | And it' s by the hush, me boys, and sure that' s to hold your noise |
| [00:22.145] | And listen to poor Paddy' s lamentation |
| [00:31.062] | I was by hunger pressed, and by poverty distressed |
| [00:38.895] | When I took the thought I' d leave the Irish nation |
| [00:46.164] | So I sold me horse and plow, sold me sheep and pigs and sow |
| [00:53.398] | My little farm of land I, we parted |
| [01:02.465] | And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I' m afeared I' ll never see |
| [01:09.997] | For I left her on that morning quite brokenhearted |
| [01:17.306] | And here' s to you boys, now do take my advice |
| [01:25.068] | To Americay I' ll have ye' s not b going |
| [01:33.658] | O there' s nothing her but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [01:41.214] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [01:52.287] | So me and a hundred more, to Americay sailed o' er |
| [01:59.600] | Our fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin' |
| [02:08.397] | But when we landed in Yankee land, they stuck a musket in our hands |
| [02:16.246] | Saying " Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" |
| [02:23.431] | General Meagher to us said, if you get shot or you lose your leg |
| [02:31.085] | Every father' s son of you will get a pension |
| [02:39.965] | But in the war I lost my leg, all I' ve got' s a wooden peg |
| [02:47.383] | O me boys it' s the truth to you I mention |
| [02:54.720] | And here' s to you boys, now do take my advice |
| [03:02.544] | To Americay I' ll have ye' s not be going |
| [03:10.970] | O there' s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [03:18.590] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [03:42.390] | O there' s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [03:49.824] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [04:00.975] | Now I' d have thought meself in luck, to be fed Indian buck |
| [04:08.268] | And in Ireland the land I delight in |
| [04:17.071] | But by the devil, I do say, curse Americay |
| [04:24.765] | For I' m sure I' ve had enough of your hard fightin' |
| [04:32.374] | And here' s to you boys, do take my advice |
| [04:39.986] | To Americay I' ll have ye' s not be going |
| [04:48.418] | O there' s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [04:55.975] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Anonymous Unknown |
| [00:15.006] | And it' s by the hush, me boys, and sure that' s to hold your noise |
| [00:22.145] | And listen to poor Paddy' s lamentation |
| [00:31.062] | I was by hunger pressed, and by poverty distressed |
| [00:38.895] | When I took the thought I' d leave the Irish nation |
| [00:46.164] | So I sold me horse and plow, sold me sheep and pigs and sow |
| [00:53.398] | My little farm of land I, we parted |
| [01:02.465] | And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I' m afeared I' ll never see |
| [01:09.997] | For I left her on that morning quite brokenhearted |
| [01:17.306] | And here' s to you boys, now do take my advice |
| [01:25.068] | To Americay I' ll have ye' s not b going |
| [01:33.658] | O there' s nothing her but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [01:41.214] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [01:52.287] | So me and a hundred more, to Americay sailed o' er |
| [01:59.600] | Our fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin' |
| [02:08.397] | But when we landed in Yankee land, they stuck a musket in our hands |
| [02:16.246] | Saying " Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" |
| [02:23.431] | General Meagher to us said, if you get shot or you lose your leg |
| [02:31.085] | Every father' s son of you will get a pension |
| [02:39.965] | But in the war I lost my leg, all I' ve got' s a wooden peg |
| [02:47.383] | O me boys it' s the truth to you I mention |
| [02:54.720] | And here' s to you boys, now do take my advice |
| [03:02.544] | To Americay I' ll have ye' s not be going |
| [03:10.970] | O there' s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [03:18.590] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [03:42.390] | O there' s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [03:49.824] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
| [04:00.975] | Now I' d have thought meself in luck, to be fed Indian buck |
| [04:08.268] | And in Ireland the land I delight in |
| [04:17.071] | But by the devil, I do say, curse Americay |
| [04:24.765] | For I' m sure I' ve had enough of your hard fightin' |
| [04:32.374] | And here' s to you boys, do take my advice |
| [04:39.986] | To Americay I' ll have ye' s not be going |
| [04:48.418] | O there' s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
| [04:55.975] | And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
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