;Paddy's Lamentation
;Traditional


.          Am
 Well it's by the hush me boys,
.    G
 and that's to hold your noise
.    Am                             Em
 And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
.  Am
 I was by hunger pressed,
.       G           Em
 and in poverty distressed
.     F                  E               Am
 So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation


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


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


.     Am
 Well meself and a hundred more,
.    G
 to Americay sailed o'er
.    Am                            Em
 Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin'
.        Am
 When we got to Yankee land,
.         G             Em
 they put guns into our hands
.        F               E                Am
 Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"


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


.        Am
 General Meagher to us he said,
.           G
 if you get shot or lose your head
.      Am                                Em
 Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
.       Am
 Well meself I lost me leg,
.     G                Em
 they gave me a wooden peg,
.       F               E              Am
 And by God this is the truth to you I mention


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


.       Am
 Well I think meself in luck,
.         G
 if I get fed on Indian buck
.        Am                         Em
 And old Ireland is the country I delight in
.         Am
 With the devil, I do say,
.     G          Em
 it's curse Americay
.      F                E                 Am
 For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'


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