Paddy's Lamentation Lyrics And Chords

Trad. This one dates back to the 1870s and was popular in Canada before it made it's way to Ireland , it was recorded by Mary Black among others. The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included. For more lyrics and chords go to Mary Black Songs on this site . Other Irish Paddy songs are Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore Lyrics And Chords and recently singer Gerry Carney wrote the Paddy Song .

Oh, it's (Dm)by the hush, me boys, 
I'm sure (C)that's to hold your noise,
And (D)listen to poor Paddy's nar(G)ra(A)tion.
I (D)was by hunger pressed and in (C)poverty distressed,
So I (Dm)took a thought I'd (Am)leave the Irish na(D)tion.

Chorus:
(D)Here's you, (D)boys, (F)do take my advice
(A)To A(D)mericay I'd (D)have you not be (G)com(A)ing.
There is (D)nothing here but war 
where the (C)murdering cannons roar,
And I (Dm)wish I was at (A)home in dear old (A7)Er(D)eein. 

Then I sold by horse and plow, me little pigs and cow,
And me little farm of land and I parted,
And me sweetheart Biddy Magee I'm afeared I'll never see,
For I left her that morning broken-hearted.

Then meself and a hundred more to Americay sailed o'er,
Our fortune to be making we were thinking.
When we landed in Yankee land, shoved a gun into our hand,
Saying, 'Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.'

General Mahar to us said,'If you get shot or lose your head,
Every murdered soul of you will get a pension.'
In the war I lost me leg, all I've now is a wooden peg;
By my soul it is the truth to you I mention.

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 got enough of their hard fighting.

Here are the guitar chords for the key of Am

Oh, it's (Am)by the hush, me boys, 
I'm sure (G)that's to hold your noise,
And (A)listen to poor Paddy's nar(D)ra(E)tion.
I (A)was by hunger pressed and in (G)poverty distressed,
So I (Am)took a thought I'd (Em)leave the Irish na(A)tion.

(A)Here's you, (A)boys, (C)do take my advice
(E)To A(A)mericay I'd (A)have you not be (D)com(E)ing.
There is (A)nothing here but war 
where the (G)murdering cannons roar,
And I (Am)wish I was at (E)home in dear old (E7)Er(A)eein.