Oh it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation
Oh, I was by hunger pressed, 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 little plot of land and I were parted
And me sweetheart Britt McGee I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Oh here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have you's not be coming
There is nothing here but war where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation
Oh, I was by hunger pressed, 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 little plot of land and I were parted
And me sweetheart Britt McGee I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Oh here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have you's not be coming
There is nothing here but war where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin