Oh, it's by the hush me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation I was by hunger pressed, and most bitterly distressed When I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation.
So I sold my horse and cow, sold my sheep, my pigs and sow My little farm of land and I we parted And me sweetheart Biddy McGee I'm afeared I'll never see For I left her back at home quite broken-hearted.
Here's you boys, do take my advice To America I'll have you not be coming For there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was back home in dear old Erin.
So me and a hundred more, to Amerikay sailed o'er Our fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin' But when we landed in Yankee Land, they stuck a rifle in our hands Sayin': “Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.”
General Meagher to us said, if you get shot or lose a leg Every mother's son of you will get a pension. Well, in the war I lost me leg, all I've got's a wooden peg So me boys, it is the truth to you I mention.
So here's you boys, do take my advice To America I'll have you not be coming For there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was back home in dear old Erin.
I'd a thought meself in luck to be fed on Indian buck, In old Ireland, the country that I delight in. But with the Devil I do say, curse Amerikay For I'm sure I've had enough of their hard fighting.
Here's you boys, do take my advice To America I'll have you not be coming For there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was back home in dear old Erin.
Here's you boys, do take my advice To America I'll have you not be coming For there's nothin' here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was back home in dear old Erin.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
