Well it's by the hush, me boys, and (sure) that's to mind your noise 

And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration

I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed

So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation 



Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow 

My father's farmof land I THEN DEPARTED

And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see 

For I left her there that morning broken-hearted



Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be COMING

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin



Well myself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er 

Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin' 

When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands

Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"



Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have you's not be COMING

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin



General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your Head

Every mother's son of you's will get a pension

Well in the war I lost me leg, and all I've now's a wooden peg

And by MY soul it is the truth to you I mention



Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have you's not be COMING

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin



Well I think myself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck 

And old Ireland is the country I delight in 

To the devil, I would say, God curse Americay

For IN truth I've had enough of THEIR hard fightin



Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have you's not be COMING

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin



I wish I was at home

I wish I was at home

I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin