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 America I'll have ye's not be going
         Am                              G                 Em
There is nothing here but war, 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 America I'll have ye's not be going
         Am                              G                 Em
There is nothing here but war, 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 America I'll have ye's not be going
         Am                              G                 Em
There is nothing here but war, 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 America I'll have ye's not be going
         Am                              G                 Em
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
      F             E                Am
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin