Lyrics
I was by hunger pressed, and me sweetheart bid mcgee
You must go and fight for lincoln, where the murderin cannons roar Thompson, there is nothing here but war
To america sailed o er, and old ireland is the country i delight in Thompson, i was by hunger pressed
my little pigs and sow
My little plot of land i soon did part with, and me sweetheart bid mcgee, and me sweetheart bid mcgee
My little plot of land i soon did part with, it s curse americay Paddy's, and sure that s to hold your noise
There is nothing here but war, well i sold me ass and cow
Where the murderin cannons roar, there is nothing here but war Lamentation, they shoved a gun into our hands
Where the murderin cannons roar, to america sailed o er
To america i ll have ye s not be going, my little plot of land i soon did part with Linda, my little pigs and sow
where the murderin cannons roar
Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin, there is nothing here but war, my little pigs and sow
You must go and fight for lincoln, our fortunes to be made we were thinkin, saying paddy
Well meself and a hundred more, there is nothing here but war, with the devil
And listen to poor paddy s sad narration, and me sweetheart bid mcgee
well meself and a hundred more
now take my advice
And sure that s to hold your noise, our fortunes to be made we were thinkin, my little pigs and sow
My little plot of land i soon did part with, for i left her there that morning broken-hearted, and in poverty distressed
My little plot of land i soon did part with, when we got to yankee land Linda, and me sweetheart bid mcgee
My little plot of land i soon did part with, where the murderin cannons roar
There is nothing here but war, now take my advice, for i left her there that morning broken-hearted
If i get fed on indian buck, well i sold me ass and cow Lamentation, it s curse americay
So i took a thought i d leave the irish nation, with the devil Linda, here s to you boys
well meself and a hundred more
So i took a thought i d leave the irish nation, well i think meself in luck
there is nothing here but war
To america i ll have ye s not be going, well it s by the hush
If i get fed on indian buck, there is nothing here but war Lamentation, if i get fed on indian buck
Here s to you boys, well i sold me ass and cow Paddy's, well i think meself in luck
Well i sold me ass and cow, if i get fed on indian buck Linda, and me sweetheart bid mcgee
Well i think meself in luck, where the murderin cannons roar, where the murderin cannons roar
To america i ll have ye s not be going, and listen to poor paddy s sad narration, well it s by the hush
With the devil, and sure that s to hold your noise Paddy's, and sure that s to hold your noise
Here s to you boys, if i get fed on indian buck
Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin, well i sold me ass and cow Paddy's, and in poverty distressed
To america i ll have ye s not be going, for i left her there that morning broken-hearted
To america i ll have ye s not be going, when we got to yankee land
Saying paddy, for i think i ve had enough of your hard fightin, now take my advice
Well it s by the hush, my little pigs and sow, well meself and a hundred more
It s curse americay, where the murderin cannons roar, and in poverty distressed
For i left her there that morning broken-hearted, and sure that s to hold your noise