Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure 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 soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see 
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's 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

Well myself 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's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have YOUSE 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

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 [bad word] to you I mention

Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have YOUSE 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

Well I think myself 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 the [bad word] I've had enough of your hard fightin

Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have YOUSE 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

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