00:00Oh, it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
00:07And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation
00:13Oh, I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed
00:21So I took a thought, I'd leave the Irish nation
00:26Well, I sold me horse and cow, me little pigs and sow
00:34Me little plot of land, and I departed
00:41And me sweetheart, Britt McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
00:48For I left her there that morning, broken-hearted
00:55Oh, here's you boys, now take my advice
01:02To America, I'll have yous not be coming
01:08There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
01:16And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
01:24Well, meself and a hundred more, to America's sale door
01:31Our fortunes to be made, we were thinkin'
01:38But when we got to Yankee land, we shoved a gun into our hands
01:45Sayin', Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln
01:52Ay, I thought myself in luck, to be fed on Indian buck
01:59And old Ireland, the place that I delight in
02:06But with the devil I do say, curse America
02:12For I am sick and tired of this hard fightin'
02:21Oh, here's you boys, now take my advice
02:27To America, I'll have yous not be coming
02:33There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
02:41And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
