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  • 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 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 fanther's farm land I did apart it
    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 coming
    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 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
    General Meagher to us he said
    If you get shot or lose your head
    Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
    Well in the war lost me leg
    They gave me 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 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 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 their hard fightin
    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
    I wish I was at home
    I wish I was at home
    I wish I was at home
    In dear old Dublin
  • [00:05.96]Well it's by the hush, me boys
    [00:11.15]And sure that's to hold your noise
    [00:17.12]And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
    [00:28.79]I was by hunger stressed
    [00:34.03]And in poverty distressed
    [00:40.74]So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
    [00:54.09]Well I sold me horse and cow
    [00:57.61]My little pigs and sow
    [01:02.18]My fanther's farm land I did apart it
    [01:09.87]And me sweetheart Bid McGee
    [01:12.89]I'm afraid I'll never see
    [01:17.16]For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
    [01:25.36]Here's you boys
    [01:29.10]Now take my advice
    [01:32.43]To America I'll have ye's not be coming
    [01:40.06]There is nothing here but war
    [01:43.33]Where the murderin' cannons roar
    [01:47.59]And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
    [01:55.39]Well myself and a hundred more
    [01:58.57]To America sailed o'er
    [02:03.01]Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin'
    [02:10.51]When we got to Yankee land
    [02:14.00]They put guns into our hands
    [02:18.10]Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
    [02:26.24]Here's you boys
    [02:29.95]Now take my advice
    [02:33.44]To America I'll have ye's not be going
    [02:40.78]There is nothing here but war
    [02:44.22]Where the murderin' cannons roar
    [02:48.60]And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
    [02:59.74]General Meagher to us he said
    [03:03.24]If you get shot or lose your head
    [03:07.99]Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
    [03:15.17]Well in the war lost me leg
    [03:18.49]They gave me a wooden peg
    [03:22.83]And by soul it is the truth to you I mention
    [03:31.23]Here's you boys
    [03:34.77]Now take my advice
    [03:38.27]To America I'll have ye's not be going
    [03:45.64]There is nothing here but war
    [03:48.99]Where the murderin' cannons roar
    [03:53.87]And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
    [04:05.19]Well I think myself in luck
    [04:07.99]If I get fed on Indianbuck
    [04:12.34]And old Ireland is the country I delight in
    [04:20.11]To the devil, I would say
    [04:23.35]God curse Americay
    [04:27.64]For the truth I've had enough of their hard fightin
    [04:35.88]Here's you boys
    [04:39.48]Now take my advice
    [04:43.09]To America I'll have ye's not be going
    [04:50.33]There is nothing here but war
    [04:53.84]Where the murderin' cannons roar
    [04:58.11]And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
    [05:06.34]I wish I was at home
    [05:09.99]I wish I was at home
    [05:13.77]I wish I was at home
    [05:17.14]In dear old Dublin