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• Artiste: Paddy Goes To Holyhead
• Titre: Paddy´s Lamentation
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Paddy´s LamentationWell it´s by the hush me boysand sure that´s to hold your noiseListen to poor Paddy´s sad narrationWell I was by hunger pressedand in poverty distressedSo I took a thought,I´d leave the Irish nationWell I sold me horse and cow,me little pig and sowMe little plot of land I sold to part withAnd me sweetheart Bid McGee,I´m afraid I´ll never seeFor I left her there that morningbroken-heartedWell, meself and a hundred moreto Americay sailed o´erOur fortune to be made, oh we were thinkingWhen we got to Yankee-land,they shoved a gun into our handsSaying "Paddy, you must goandf ight for Lincoln"General Meaghar to us he said"If you get shot or lose your headEach murdering son of yours will get a pension"Well, myself I lost me leg,they gave me a wooden pegAnd by God this is the truth to you I mentionWhen I think myself in luck,I get fed on Indian buckAnd Ireland is the country I delight inWith the devil I did say,it´s curse AmericayFor I think I´ve had enoughof your hard fightingHere´s you boys, now take my adviceTo America I´ll have you not be commingThere is nothing here but warWhere the murdering cannons roarAnd I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin