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 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 me self and a hundred more, to America sailed o’er
Our fortunes to be made 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”
Chorus:
Here’s you boys, now take my advice
To America I’ll have yes’s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home, in dear old Dublin
General Meagher to us he said if you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
Well me self I lost my leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by God this is the truth to you I mention
Well I think me self in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
With the devil, I do say, its curse America
For I think I’ve had enough of your hard fighting
Chorus:
Here’s you boys, now take my advice
To America I’ll have yes’s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home, in dear old Dublin
credits
from l'Absente (janv2020),
released January 1, 2020
Paddy's :
musique et paroles traditionnelles
arrangement musical de Reno
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022