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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 pressed, and in poverty distressed,
So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation.
Here's you boys, now take my advice
to Americay I'll have yous not be coming
there is nothing here but war, where the murdering cannons roar,
and I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.
Well, I sold me horse 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.
Well, meself and a hundred more, to Americay sailed o'er
Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin'
When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands
Sayin': "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln."
General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your leg
Every single one of yous will get a pension.
Well, myself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by God this is the truth to you I mention.
Now I think myself in luck if I get fed on Indian buck,
and old Ireland, is the country I delight in.
And the Devil I do say, it's curse Americay,
For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'.
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