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作曲 : Anonymous Unknown |
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And it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise |
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And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation |
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I was by hunger pressed, and by poverty distressed |
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When I took the thought I'd leave the Irish nation |
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So I sold me horse and plow, sold me sheep and pigs and sow |
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My little farm of land I, we parted |
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And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afeared I'll never see |
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For I left her on that morning quite broken-hearted |
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And here's to you boys, now do take my advice |
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To Americay I'll have ye's not bе going |
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O there's nothing herе but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
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And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
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So me and a hundred more, to Americay sailed o'er |
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Our fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin' |
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But when we landed in Yankee land, they stuck a musket in our hands |
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Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" |
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General Meagher to us said, if you get shot or you lose your leg |
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Every father's son of you will get a pension |
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But in the war I lost my leg, all I've got's a wooden peg |
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O me boys it's the truth to you I mention |
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And here's to you boys, now do take my advice |
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To Americay I'll have ye's not be going |
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O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
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And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
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O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
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And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
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Now I'd have thought meself in luck, to be fed Indian buck |
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And in Ireland the land I delight in |
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But by the devil, I do say, curse Americay |
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For I'm sure I've had enough of your hard fightin' |
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And here's to you boys, do take my advice |
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To Americay I'll have ye's not be going |
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O there's nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar |
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And I wish I was back home in dear old Ireland |
