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Paddy's Lamentation
Here's you boys, now take my advice;
To America I'll have yous not be comin'. There's nothing here but war where the murderin' cannons roar, And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. 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 pressed and in poverty distressed, So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation. Well, I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow; My little plot of land I soon did part with. And me sweetheart Biddy McGee I'm afraid I'll never see, For I left her there that mornin' broken hearted. Well, myself and a hundred more to America sailed o'er; Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin'. When we got to Yankee Land, they shoved a gun into our hands; Sayin', "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln." General Meagher to us he said, "If you get shot or lose your leg, Every mother's son of yous will get a pension." Well, myself I lost a leg, and they gave me a wooden peg, And by God this is the truth I mention. Here's you boys, now take my advice, To America I'll have yous not be comin'. There is nothin' here but war where the murderin' cannons roar, And I wish I was back at home in dear old Dublin. Traditional Irish folk song, Lyricist Unknown I have a large collection of Irish, and some Scottish and English, folk music. I grew up on this stuff and have loved it all my life. Listening to a country's folk music is often a mini history lesson. While listening to some, this song came up. Thought I'd share the story it tells.
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