Song lyrics Paddy's lament by Sinead O'connor

Well it´s by the hush, me boys, and sure that´s to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy´s sad narration
I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I´d leave the Irish nation

Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow
My little plot of land I soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I´m afraid I´ll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Here´s you boys, now take my advice
To America I´ll have ye´s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin´ cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o´er
Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin´
When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands
"Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

Here´s you boys, now take my advice
To America I´ll have ye´s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin´ cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
Well in the war lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth to you I mention

Here´s you boys, now take my advice
To America I´ll have ye´s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin´ cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devil, I would say, it´s curse Americay
For the truth I.ve had enough of your hard fightin

Here´s you boys, now take my advice
To America I´ll have ye´s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin´ cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin