Well it´s by the hush me boys and sure that´s to hold your noise
Listen to poor Paddy´s sad narration
Well 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, me little pig and sow
Me little plot of land I sold to part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I´m afraid I´ll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Well, meself and a hundred more to Americay sailed o´er
Our fortune to be made, oh we were thinking
When we got to Yankee-land, they shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

General Meaghar to us he said "If you get shot or lose your head
Each murdering son of yours will get a pension"
Well, myself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by God this is the truth to you I mention

When I think myself in luck, I get fed on Indian buck
And Ireland is the country I delight in
With the devil I did say, it´s curse Americay
For I think I´ve had enough of your hard fighting

Here you boys, now take my advice
To America I´ll have ye´s not be comming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin