By the Hush 歌词

	作词 : Traditional
	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

	zuo ci : Traditional
	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

	zuò cí : Traditional
	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

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