Well itґs by the hush me boys
And sure thatґs to hold your noise
Listen to poor Paddyґs sad narration
Well I was by hunger pressed
And in poverty distressed
So I took a thought,
Iґd leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me horse and cow,
Me little pig and sow
Me little plot of land I sold to part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee,
Iґm afraid Iґll never see
For I left her there that morning
Broken-hearted
Well, meself and a hundred more
To Americay sailed oґer
Our fortune to be made, oh 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»
General Meaghar to us he said