Paddy's Lamentation

Paddy's Lamentation(Traditional)

And its by the hush, Me BoysI'm sure that's to hold your noiseAnd listen to poor Paddy's lamentationI was by hunger pressedAnd by poverty distressedWhen I took the thought I'd leave the Irish nation

So I sold me horse and plowSold me sheep, me pigs and sowMe little farm of land and I we partedAnd me sweetheart Biddy MageeI'm afeared I'll never seeFor I left her on that mornin' quite broken hearted

And here's you Boys, do take my adviceTo Americay I'll have you not be comin'For there's nothin' here but warWhere the murderin' cannons roarAnd I wish I was back homeIn dear old Ireland

So me and a hundred moreTo Americay sailed o'erOur fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin'But when we landed in Yankee-LandThey stuck a musket in me handsSayin' "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

General Meagher to us said"If you get shot, or you lose your legEvery mother's son of you will get a pension"But in the war I lost my legAnd all I got's a wooden pegOh Me Boys, it is the truth to you I mention

Chorus

Now, I'd have thought meself in luckTo be fed an Indian buckAnd in Ireland the land that I delight inBut by the Devil I do sayCurse AmericayFor I'm sure I've had enough of your hard fightin'