Linda Thompson - Paddy's Lamentation Lyrics
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noiseAnd listen to poor Paddy's sad narrationI was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressedSo I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nationHere's to you boys, now take my adviceTo America I'll have ye's not be goingThere is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roarAnd I wish I was at home in dear old DublinWell I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sowMy little plot of land I soon did part withAnd me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never seeFor I left her there that morning broken-heartedWell meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'erOur fortunes to be made [sic] we were thinkin'When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our handsSaying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your headEvery murdered soul of youse will get a pensionWell meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg,And by God this is the truth to you I mentionWell I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buckAnd old Ireland is the country I delight inWith the devil, I do say, it's curse AmericayFor I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'
