Linda Thompson - Paddy’s Lamentation lyrics

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

Well I sold me ass 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

Here's to you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
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

When we got to Yankee land
They shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy
You must go and fight for Lincoln"

Well I think meself in luck
If I get fed on Indian buck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
With the devil, I do say, it's curse Americay
For I think I've had enough
Of your hard fightin'

Here's to you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin