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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