Paddys Lament chords

[Bm]Well, it's by the hush me boys,
[A]and that's to mind your noise,
[B]and listen to poor Paddy's sa[Bm]d nar[F#]ration.
[Bm]I was by hunger stressed and in [A]poverty distressed,
so [G]I took a thought I'd l[F#]eave the Irish nat[Bm]ion.

Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pig and sow,
my father's farm of land I then departed.
And me sweetheart Bid Magee I'm afraid I'll never see
for I left her there that morning broken-hearted.

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[Bm]Here Aye b[G]oys, no[F#]w take my advice,
[B]to America I'll [F#]have youse not be co[Bm]ming. [F#]
There is [Bm]nothing here but war
where the[A] murdering cannons roar
and I [G]wish I was at[F#] home in dear old [Bm]Dublin.

Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er,
our fortunes to be making we were thinking.
When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands,
saying, "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln."

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General Meagher to us he said, "If you get shot or lose your head
Every mother'son of youse will get a pension."
Well in the war I los me leg, all I've now's a wooden peg.
By my soul it is the truth to you I mention.

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Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck
and old Ireland, is the country I delight in.
To the devil I would say, "God curse Americay"
for in truth I've had enough of their hard fighting.

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[G]I wish[F#] I was at home
I wish I was at home [Bm]
I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.