| Lyrics: | 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.
From Margaret Christl, The
Barley Grain for Me (Folk-Legacy FSC-
62)
Note: According to Frank Harte, "by the hush" is
a corruption of
the Irish "Bi i do thost", or "be quiet" RG.
@America @war
@immigrant
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