Paddy's Lamentation

Well it's 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 in poverty distressed
 So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
 Here's to 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 I sold me ass 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
 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, they shoved a gun into our hands
 Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
 General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head
 Every murdered soul 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
 Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck
 And old Ireland is the country I delight in
 With the devil, I do say, it's curse Americay
 For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'