Linda Thompson - Paddy's Lamentation (feat. Teddy Thompson) Lyrics

Lyrics Paddy's Lamentation (feat. Teddy Thompson) - Linda Thompson



Oh it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation
Oh, I was by hunger pressed, 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 little plot of land and I were parted
And me sweetheart Britt McGee I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Oh 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 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 made we were thinking
When we got to Yankee land they shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
Well I thought myself in luck, to be fed on Indian buck
And old Ireland the place that I delight in
But with the devil I do say "curse Americay"
For I am sick and tired of this hard fighting
Oh 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 murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Yes, I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin



Writer(s): Moloney Patrick, Black Mary Teresa, Trad Irish Jig


Linda Thompson - Won't Be Long Now
Album Won't Be Long Now
date of release
13-10-2013



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