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[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,
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