Key: B minor
Verse 1
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And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration.
I was by hunger pressed,
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and in poverty distressed,
I'd leave the Irish nation.
Here's you boys,
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To America I'll have you's not be coming,
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There is nothing here but war,
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in dear old Dublin,
Well I sold me horse and cow,
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My little pigs and sow,
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My little plot of land I soon depart with,
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And me sweetheart, Bid McGee,
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I'm afraid I'll never see,
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For I left her there that morning
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There is nothing here but war,
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in dear old Dublin,
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Well meself and a hundred more,
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to America sailed all our
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We were thinking when we
got to Yankee land
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Em
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they shoved a gun into our hands saying Paddy you must go and
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fight for Lincoln.
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Jem remarked to us, he said,
will get a pension
Well meself I lost my leg,
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they gave me a wooden peg
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And beguile,
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this is the truth to you I mention
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Here's you boys, now take my advice
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To America half is not be common
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Where the morning comes nigh
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and dear old Ireland
Well I think meself enough
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And old Ireland is the country I delight in
With the devil I do say
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For I think I've had enough
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There is nothing here but war
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And I wish I was at home
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in dear old Dublin you
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAm G C Em F
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