| Song | By the Hush |
| Artist | Andy M. Stewart |
| Album | By the Hush |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |