Paddy's Lament Lyrics - She Who Dwells - Sinead Oconnor

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 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 

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 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 

'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, it's curse Americay 

For the truth I've had enough of your 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 

I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin