Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Key: Gb Difficulty: Novice Intro: D G D G Em D Verse: D Well, it's by the hush, me boys C Am And sure, that's to hold your noise D F And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation
Oh, I was by hunger pressed C Am And in poverty distressed Dm Am D So I took a thought, I'd leave me Irish nation Verse: D Well, I sold me horse and cow C Am Me little pigs and sow D F Me little plot of land and I, we parted And me sweetheart Brid McGee C Am I'm afraid I'll never see Dm Am D For I left her there that morning, broken-hearted Chorus: C Oh, here's you boys, now take my advice D Am To America I'll have you's not be coming F Csus4 F There is nothing here but war C Am Where the murderin' cannons roar Dm C Am7 D And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Instrumental: D C Am D C D Verse: D Well, meself and a hundred more C Am To America sailed o'er D F Our fortunes to be made, we were thinkin' But when we got to Yankee land C Am They shoved a gun into our hands Dm Am D Saying, "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" Verse: D Well, I thought myself in luck C Am To be fed on Indian buck D F And old Ireland, the place that I delight in But wit' the Devil, I do say C Am Curse Americay Dm Am D For I am sick and tired of this hard fighting Chorus: C Oh, here's you boys, now take my advice D Bb Am To America I'll have you's not be coming F Csus4 F There is nothing here but war C Am Where the murderin' cannons roar Dm C Am7 Dm And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin C Am7 D Yes, I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
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