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Well it's by the hushme boysand sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger stressedand in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me ass and cowmy little pigs and sow
My little plot of land I soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGeeI'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Here's you boysnow take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but warwhere the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well myself and a hundred moreto America sailed o'er
Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin'
When we got to Yankee landthey put guns into our hands
"Paddyyou must go and fight for Lincoln"
Here's you boysnow take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but warwhere the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
General Meagher to us he saidif you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
Well in the war lost me legthey gave me a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth to you I mention
Here's you boysnow take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but warwhere the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well I think myself in luckif I get fed on Indianbuck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devilI would sayit's curse Americay
For the truth I've had enough of your hard fightin
Here's you boysnow take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but warwhere 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
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