Paddy's Lament - Sinead O'Connor

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 truth 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 truth 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