Formerly in the Irish Packet
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and that’s to mind your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
For I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought to leave the Irish nation
Hear me, boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye 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 horse and cow, my little pigs and sow
My father’s plot of land I soon departed
And me sweetheart Bidd 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 makin’ we were thinkin'
But 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 mother’s son of you will get a pension
Well in the war I lost me leg; all I have’s this wooden peg,
And by God this is the truth to you I mention
Well I think meself in luck, if I’m fed on wheat of 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’