Текст песни Mary Black — Paddy’s Lamentation

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

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here's you Boys, now take my advice
To Americay I'll have yous not be comin'
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 be comin'
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 truth to you I mention

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

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'