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