{t:Paddy's Lamentation}
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Well it's [Am]by the hush me boys,
and [G]that's to hold your noise
And [Am]listen to poor Paddy's sad narr[Em]ation
I [Am]was by hunger pressed,
and in [G]poverty dist[Em]ressed
So I [F]took a thought I'd [E]leave the Irish [Am]nation


Well I [Am]sold me horse and cow,
my [G]little pigs and sow
My [Am]little plot of land I soon did [Em]part with
And me [Am]sweetheart Bid McGee,
I'm a[G]fraid I'll never [Em]see
For I [F]left her there that [E]morning broken-[Am]hearted


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[Am]Here's [G]you [F]boys, n[C]ow take my advice
To [Am]America I'll have ye's not be [Em]going
There is [Am]nothing here but war, where the [G]murderin' cannons [Em]roar
And I [F]wish I was at [E]home in dear old [Am]Dublin
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Well [Am]meself and a hundred more,
to A[G]mericay sailed o'er
Our [Am]fortunes to be making we were [Em]thinkin'
When we [Am]got to Yankee land,
they put [G]guns into our [Em]hands
Saying "[F]Paddy, you must [E]go and fight for [Am]Lincoln"


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[Am]Here's [G]you [F]boys, n[C]ow take my advice
To [Am]America I'll have ye's not be [Em]going
There is [Am]nothing here but war, where the [G]murderin' cannons [Em]roar
And I [F]wish I was at [E]home in dear old [Am]Dublin
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General [Am]Meagher to us he said,
if you get [G]shot or lose your head
Every [Am]murdered soul of youse will get a [Em]pension
Well me[Am]self I lost me leg,
they [G]gave me a wooden [Em]peg,
And by [F]God this is the [E]truth to you I [Am]mention


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[Am]Here's [G]you [F]boys, n[C]ow take my advice
To [Am]America I'll have ye's not be [Em]going
There is [Am]nothing here but war, where the [G]murderin' cannons [Em]roar
And I [F]wish I was at [E]home in dear old [Am]Dublin
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Well I [Am]think meself in luck,
if I get [G]fed on Indian buck
And old [Am]Ireland is the country I de[Em]light in
With the [Am]devil, I do say,
it's [G]curse Ameri[Em]cay
For I [F]think I've had en[E]ough of your hard [Am]fightin'


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[Am]Here's [G]you [F]boys, n[C]ow take my advice
To [Am]America I'll have ye's not be [Em]going
There is [Am]nothing here but war, where the [G]murderin' cannons [Em]roar
And I [F]wish I was at [E]home in dear old [Am]Dublin
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