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