Bm7 Well it's by the hush me boys A And that's to mind your noise Bm F# Bm7 F# And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration Bm7 A I was by hunger pressed and in poverty distressed G F# Bm7 So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow My fathers fatherland I then departed And to my sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning brokenhearted
(Chorus) Bm7 G F# Here me boys, now take my advice Bm F# Bm7 F# To America I'd have you's not be coming Bm7 A There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannon roar G F# Bm7 And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.