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BmWell, it's by the hush me boys, Aand that's to mind your noise, Band listen to poor Paddy's saBmd narF#ration. BmI was by hunger stressed and in Apoverty distressed, so GI took a thought I'd lF#eave the Irish natBmion.
Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pig and sow, my father's farm of land I then departed. And me sweetheart Bid Magee I'm afraid I'll never see for I left her there that morning broken-hearted. Chorus:
BmHere Aye bGoys, noF#w take my advice, Bto America I'll F#have youse not be coBmming. F# There is Bmnothing here but war where theA murdering cannons roar and I Gwish I was atF# home in dear old BmDublin.
Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er, our fortunes to be making we were thinking. When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands, saying, "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln." Chorus General Meagher to us he said, "If you get shot or lose your head Every mother'son of youse will get a pension." Well in the war I los me leg, all I've now's a wooden peg. By my soul it is the truth to you I mention. Chorus Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck and old Ireland, is the country I delight in. To the devil I would say, "God curse Americay" for in truth I've had enough of their hard fighting. Chorus
GI wishF# I was at home I wish I was at home Bm I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.