Well, it's Hmiby the hush me boys,
and Athat's to mind your noise,
and Hlisten to poor F#Paddy's sad naHmirraF#tion.
I Hmiwas by hunger stressed and in Apoverty distressed,
so I Gtook a thought I'dF# leave the Irish Hmination.
Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pig and sow,
my father's farm of land I then departed.
And me sweetheart Bid Magee I'm afraid I'll never see
for I left her there that morning broken-hearted.
(Chorus:)
HmiHere Aye Gboys, F#now take my advice,
to AHmerica I'll F#have youse not be HmicoF#ming.
There is Hminothing here but war
where the Amurdering cannons roar
and I Gwish I was at F#home in dear old HmiDublin.
Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er,
our fortunes to be making we were thinking.
When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands,
saying, "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln."
Chorus
General Meagher to us he said, "If you get shot or lose your head
Every mother'son of youse will get a pension."
Well in the war I los me leg, all I've now's a wooden peg.
By my soul it is the truth to you I mention.
Chorus
Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck
and old Ireland, is the country I delight in.
To the devil I would say, "God curse Americay"
for in truth I've had enough of their hard fighting.
Chorus
I Gwish I was at F#home
I Gwish I was at F#home
I Gwish I was at F#home in dear old HmiDublin.
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