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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | By the Hush |
| Album: | By The Hush | Genres: | 80 |
| Year: | 1989 |
Length: | 375 sec |
Lyrics:
By the Hush It's by the hush, me boys I'm sure that's to hold your noise, And listen to poor Paddy's narration. For I was by hunger pressed, And in poverty distressed, And I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation.
Cho: So, here's you boys, Do take my advice; To Americay I'd have youse not be farin' For there's nothing here but war, Where the murdering cannons roar, And I wish I was at home in dear old Erin.
I sold me horse and plough, Me little pigs and cow, And me little farm of land and I parted. And me sweetheart, Biddy McGhee, I'm sure I'll never see, For I left her there that morning, broken hearted.
Cho:
Meself, and a hundred more, To America sailed o'er, Our fortune to be making, we was thinking; But when we landed in Yankee land, They shoved a gun into our hand, Saying,' Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln. '
Cho:
General Mahar (Meagher) to us said, 'If you get shot or lose your head, Every murdered soul of you will get a pension.' Well, in the war I lost me leg All I've now is a wooden peg; I tell you, 'tis the truth to you I'll mention. Cho:
Now I think meself in luck To be fed upon Indian buck In old Ireland, the country I delight in; And with the devil I do say, 'Curse Americay, ' For I'm sure I've had enough on their hard fighting
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