Well, it's by the hush -me -boys,
and sure that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration.
and in poverty distressed,
I'd leave the Irish nation.
To America I'll have you's not be coming,
There is nothing here but war,
Where the modern cannons roar,
Well I sold me horse and cow,
My little plot of land I soon depart with,
And me sweetheart, Bid McGee,
I'm afraid I'll never see,
For I left her there that morning
Here's you boys, now take my advice,
To America love is not be common,
There is nothing here but war,
Where the marjoram cannons roar,
Well meself and a hundred more,
to America sailed all our
they shoved a gun into our hands saying Paddy you must go and
Jem remarked to us, he said,
You'll get shot or lose your head
Every mar tyr's soul of use
Well meself I lost my leg,
they gave me a wooden peg
this is the truth to you I mention
Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America half is not be common
There is nothing here but a war
Where the morning comes nigh
Well I think meself enough
If I get fed on Indian gold
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
For I think I've had enough
Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America love is not becoming
There is nothing here but war
Where the modern cannons roar
