Oh It's By The Hush Me Boys Forever Hold Your Noise
Listen To Poor Paddy's Lamentation!
I Was By The Hunger Pressed Most Bitterly Distressed
When I Gave A Thought I'd Leave The Irish Nation!
I Sold My Horse My Cow My Pig My Sheep My Plough
My Little Farm Of Land I Departed
My Sweetheart Biddy McGee I'm Afraid I'll Never See
I Left Her Back At Home Quite Brokenhearted!
It's Here's You Boys Do Take My Advice
To Amerikay I'll Have Ye Not Be Coming!
There's Nothin' Here But War!
The Murderin' Cannons Roar
And I Wish That I Was Back In Dear Old Éireann!
So Me And A Hundred More To Amerikay Sailed O'er
Our Future To The Nickel We Were Thinkin'
When We Landed In Yankee Land They Stuck A Rifle In Me Hand
They Said "Paddy You Must Go And Fight For Lincoln"
General Marsh To Us He Said "If You Get Shot Or Lose Your Head
Every Mothers Son Of You Will Get A Pension"
In The War I Lost My Leg And All I Gots A Wooden Peg
My Soul It Is The Truth To You I Mention!
It's Here's You Boys Do Take My Advice
To Amerikay I'll Have Ye Not Be Coming!
There's Nothin' Here But War!
And The Murderin' Cannons Roar
I Wish That I Was Back In Dear Old Éireann
Oh I Thought Myself In Luck To Be Fed On Indian Buck
In Éireann The Land That I Delight In!
With The Devil I Do Say Oh Curse Amerikay!
I've Sure Had Enough Of Their Hard Fightin'!
It's Here's You Boys Do Take My Advice
To Amerikay I'll Have Ye Not Be Coming!
There's Nothin' Here But War!
Oh The Murderin' Cannons Roar
I Wish That I Was Back In Dear Old Éireann
It's Here's You Boys Do Take My Advice
To Amerikay I'll Have Ye Not Be Coming!
There's Nothin' Here But War!
Oh The Murderin' Cannons Roar
I Wish That I Back In Dear Old Éireann