Gangs of New York movie - Paddy's Lamentation lyrics

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Song by Linda Thompson<br /><br>

Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise<br>

And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration<br>

I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed<br>

So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation<br>

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Here's to you boys, now take my advice<br>

To America I'll have ye's not be going<br>

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar<br>

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin<br>

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Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow<br>

My little plot of land I soon did part with<br>

And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see<br>

For I left her there that morning broken-hearted<br>

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Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er<br>

Our fortunes to be made [sic] we were thinkin'<br>

When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands<br>

Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"<br>

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General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head<br>

Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension<br>

Well meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg,<br>

And by God this is the truth to you I mention<br>

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Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck<br>

And old Ireland is the country I delight in<br>

With the devil, I do say, it's curse Americay<br>

For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'<br>

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