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