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

Well, I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow
My father's plot of land I soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Hear, you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be comming
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'

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 the truth I've had enough of your hard fightin

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