Well it's by the hush, me boys,
And that's to mind 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 horse and cow,
My little pigs and sow,
My father's farm of land I then departed
And me sweetheart Bid McGee,
I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Here ye boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have youse not be comin'
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
Sayin' Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln'
Here ye boys...
General Meagher to us he said
If you get shot or lose your head
Every mother's son of youse will get a pension
Well in the war I lost me leg,
All I have no 's a wooden peg
By my soul it is the truth to you I mention
Here ye boys...
Well I think meself in luck
If I get fed on Indian buck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devil I would say
God curse Americay
For in truth I've had enough of their hard fightin'
Here ye boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have youse not be comin'
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