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 ye Not be coming 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 Saying "Paddy, you must go And fight for Lincoln" Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be coming 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 mother's son of youse Will get a pension Well in the war I lost me leg And all I've now's a wooden peg And by soul it is the truth To you I mention Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be coming 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 God curse Americay For in truth I've had enough Of your hard fightin Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye 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 In dear old Dublin
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 ye Not be coming 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 Saying "Paddy, you must go And fight for Lincoln" Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be coming 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 mother's son of youse Will get a pension Well in the war I lost me leg And all I've now's a wooden peg And by soul it is the truth To you I mention Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be coming 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 God curse Americay For in truth I've had enough Of your hard fightin Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye 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 In dear old Dublin
