10.16.2003

hear me boys - now take my advice - to america i'll have ye not be coming - there is nothing here but war- where the murd'ring cannons roar - and i wish i were at home - in dear old dublin

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Chorus: Hears you boys now it take my advise. To Americas I'll have you's not be going. Fore there's nothing there but war an the murdr' in canon's roar and I wish I were at home in dear old Dublin. 1: Well I sold me little cow, me little pigs and sow. Me little plot of land I soon did part with. And me sweetheart Biddy McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see, fore I left her there that morning broken hearted. Chorus.
2: Well me and a hundred more to America sailed o'er. Our fortunes to be made we were thinking. When we got to yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands, saying, "Patty, you must go and fight for Lincoln! "
Chorus.
3: General McArthor to us he said, " If you get shot or lose your leg, every mothers son of you's will get a pension. " Well, for me, I lost me leg. They gave me a wooden peg. And it is for you's that it is I mention.
Chorus.
from memory its the best I can do.

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