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Gangs Of New York - Paddy's Lamentation - Linda Thompson

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

Here's to you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow

My little plot of land I soon did 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 America sailed o'er

Our fortunes to be made [sic] we were thinkin'

When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands

Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head

Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension

Well meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg,

And by God this is the truth to you I mention

Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck

And old Ireland is the country I delight in

With the devil, I do say, it's curse Americay

For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'