Paddys Lamentation chords by Linda Thompson

• Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
• Key: Gb
• Capo on 4th

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