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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. I sold me horse and cow, my little pig and sow, my father's farm of land I then departed. And me sweetheart Bid Magee, I'm afraid I'll never see, For I left her there that morning broken-hearted. Hear ye boys, now take my advice. To America I'll have you 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. Well meself and a hundred more To america sailed o'er Our fortunes to be makin', we were thinkin'. When we got to yankee land They put guns into our hand, saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln." Hear ye boys, Now take my advice, To America I'll have you 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. 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 fighting. Hear ye boys now take my advice. To america I'll have you 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. I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.