Well, its by the hush, Me Boys
And sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger pressed
And by poverty distressed
So, I took the thought I'd leave the Irish nation 
 [bad word]  

here's you Boys, now take my advice
To Americay I'll have yous not [bad word] 
there's nothin' here but war
Where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin

Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow
My little plot 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 Americay I'll have yous not [bad word] 
there's nothin' 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 made we were thinkin'
When we got to Yankee land, shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
 

General Meagher was he said, if you get shot or lose your leg
Every mother's son of youse will get a pension
Well meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg,
And by God this is the [bad word] to you I mention
 

here's you Boys, now take my advice
To Americay I'll have yous not [bad word] 
there's nothin' here but war
Where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
 [bad word] 

Now, I'd have thought meself in luck
To be fed an Indian buck
And in Ireland the land that I delight in
But by the Devil I do say
Curse Americay
For I'm sure I've had enough of your hard fightin'
 

At the time of the release of this album, the origins of Paddy's Lamentation were [bad word] mystery. Since then, further research has shed a little light on the subject. The air (melody) is called "Happy Land Of Erin," and the song is one of only two on the album ever previously recorded, therefore having withstood the test of time. This version may have been written post-war, when the government began cutting back on the veteran's pensions, as the lyric might suggest. I [bad word] across another lyric, called "The Son Of Erin's Isle," which judging from the phrasing and the fact that some of passages are identical, is clearly a variant of the same song, yet decidedly more positive toward the Irish involvement in the war. Its [bad word] reads: "Cheer up, boys, the time [bad word] again, When the sons of old Erin will be steering, And to the land will go o're, They call Columbia's shore, Where there's freedom for the jolly sons of Erin."