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    Sinéad O'Connor / Lyrics

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    "Paddy's Lament" Lyrics

    Sinéad O'Connor

    Album:
    track 7
    Sean-Nos Nua [2002]
    track 10 on disc 2
    She Who Dwells [2003]
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    Well it's by the hush me boys,
    and 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.

    I sold me horse and cow,
    my little pig and sow,
    my father's farm of land
    I then departed.
    And me sweetheart Bid Magee,
    I'm afraid I'll never see,
    For I left her there that morning
    broken-hearted.

    Hear ye boys,
    now take my advice.
    To America I'll have you
    not be coming.
    There is nothing here but war
    where the murdering cannons roar
    and I wish I was at home
    In dear old Dublin.

    Well meself and a hundred more
    To america sailed o'er
    Our fortunes to be makin',
    we were thinkin'.
    When we got to yankee land
    They put guns into our hand,
    saying "Paddy, you must go
    and fight for Lincoln."

    Hear ye boys,
    Now take my advice,
    To America I'll have you
    not be coming.
    There is nothing here but war
    where the murdering cannons roar
    And I wish I was at home
    in dear old Dublin.

    Well I think meself in luck
    If I get fed on indian buck
    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 fighting.

    Hear ye boys
    now take my advice.
    To america I'll have you
    not be coming.
    There is nothing here but war
    Where the murdering cannons roar
    And I wish I was at home
    in dear old Dublin.

    I wish I was at home
    in dear old Dublin.
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Adrian Maxwell Sherwood, Alan Edward Branch, Donal Lunny, Skip Mcdonald, Sinead O'connor, Sharon Shannon, Professor Stretch.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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