Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
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And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
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I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed
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So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
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Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow
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My little plot of land I soon did part with
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And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
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For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
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Here's you boys, now take my advice
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To America I'll have ye's not be going
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There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
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And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er
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Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin'
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When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands
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"Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
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Here's you boys, now take my advice
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To America I'll have ye's not be going
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There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
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And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head
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Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
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Well in the war lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
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And by soul it is the truth to you I mention
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Here's you boys, now take my advice
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To America I'll have ye's not be going
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There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
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And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck
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And old Ireland is the country I delight in
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To the devil, I would say, it's curse Americay
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For the truth I.ve had enough of your hard fightin
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Here's you boys, now take my advice
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To America I'll have ye's not be going
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There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
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And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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I wish I was at home
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I wish I was at home
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I wish I was at home
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I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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Paddy's Lament
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| Sinead O'Connor |
