From the album Taproom

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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 stressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I’d leave the Irish nation.

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Here’s you boys, now take my advice
To America I’ll have ye’s not be coming
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin’ 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 my sweetheart Bid McGee, I’m afraid I’ll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted.

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Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o’er
Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin’
When we got to Yankee land, they put a gun into our hands
Saying “Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.”

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General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of you’se will get a pension
Well meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by God it is the truth to you I mention.

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Well I think meself in luck, to be fed on Indianbuck
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.

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