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\"