作词 : Traditional
By the Hush
It's by the hush, me boys
I'm sure that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor
Paddy's narration.
For I was by hunger pressed,
And in poverty distressed,
And I took a thought
I'd leave the
Irish nation. cho:
So, here's you boys,
Do take my advice;
To Americay
I'd have youse not be farin'
For there's nothing here but war,
Where the murdering cannons roar,
And I wish
I was at home in dear old
Erin. I sold me horse and plough,
Me little pigs and cow,
And me little farm of land and
I parted.
And me sweetheart,
Biddy McGhee,
I'm sure I'll never see,
For I left her there that morning, broken hearted. cho:
Meself, and a hundred more,
To America sailed o'er,
Our fortune to be making, we was thinking;
But when we landed in
Yankee land,
They shoved a gun into our hand,
Saying," Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln. " cho:
General Mahar (Meagher) to us said, "If you get shot or lose your head, Every murdered soul of you will get a pension."
Well, in the war
I lost me leg
All I've now is a wooden peg;
I tell you, 'tis the truth to you
I'll mention. cho:
Now I think meself in luck
To be fed upon
Indian buck
In old Ireland, the country
I delight in;
And with the devil
I do say, "Curse Americay, "
For I'm sure
I've had enough on their hard fighting