Paddy's Lament lyrics

Well it's by the hush, me boys,

And 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 then departed

And me sweetheart Bid McGee,

I'm afraid I'll never see

For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Here ye boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have youse not be comin'

There is nothing 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 making we were thinkin'

When we got to Yankee land,

They put guns into our hands

Sayin' Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln'

Here ye boys...

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,

All I have no 's a wooden peg

By my soul it is the truth to you I mention

Here ye boys...

Well I think meself in luck

If I get fed on Indian buck

And old Ireland is the country I delight in

To the devil I would say

God curse Americay

For in truth I've had enough of their hard fightin'

Here ye boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have youse not be comin'

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

I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

• Artist:Sinéad O'Connor
• Album:Sean-Nós Nua (2002)