By The Hush

By the Hush
It's by the hush, me boys
I'm sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's narration
For I was by hunger pressed
And in poverty distressed
And I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation

Cho: So, here's you boys
Do take my advice;
To Americay I'd have youse not be farin'
For there's nothing here but war
Where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Erin

I sold me horse and plough
Me little pigs and cow
And me little farm of land and I parted
And me sweetheart, Biddy McGhee
I'm sure I'll never see
For I left her there that morning, broken hearted

Cho:

Meself, and a hundred more
To America sailed o'er
Our fortune to be making, we was thinking;
But when we landed in Yankee land
They shoved a gun into our hand
Saying," Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln. "

Cho:

General Mahar (Meagher) to us said
"If you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of you will get a pension."
Well, in the war I lost me leg
All I've now is a wooden peg;
I tell you, 'tis the truth to you I'll mention
Cho:

Now I think meself in luck
To be fed upon Indian buck
In old Ireland, the country I delight in;
And with the devil I do say
"Curse Americay, "
For I'm sure I've had enough on their hard fighting