David Kincaid Paddy's Lamentation Lyrics

And 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 by poverty distressed
When I took the thought I'd leave the Irish nation

So I sold me horse and plow, sold me sheep and pigs and sow
My little farm of land I, we parted
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afeared I'll never see
For I left her on that morning quite broken-hearted

And here's to you boys, now do take my advice
To Americay I'll have ye's not bе going
O there's nothing herе but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland

So me and a hundred more, to Americay sailed o'er
Our fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin'
But when we landed in Yankee land, they stuck a musket in our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

General Meagher to us said, if you get shot or you lose your leg Every father's son of you will get a pension
But in the war I lost my leg, all I've got's a wooden peg
O me boys it's the truth to you I mention

And here's to you boys, now do take my advice
To Americay I'll have ye's not be going
O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland

O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland

Now I'd have thought meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck
And in Ireland the land I delight in
But by the devil, I do say, curse Americay
For I'm sure I've had enough of your hard fightin'

And here's to you boys, do take my advice
To Americay I'll have ye's not be going
O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland