Here's my take on a traditional Irish ballad that I've always loved. The lyrics speak of an Irishman who left his home country in search of fortune in America but instead finds himself fighting in the Civil War.

If you listen to the whole thing, especially with headphones, you can probably tell I really enjoy layering vocals and coming up with various backing vocals. I tried not to get carried away though and let the song smoothly build up as it flows.

Here's the video to go along with the song:

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LYRICS

Well it's by the hush, me boys,

and that's to mind your noise

And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration

I was by hunger stressed,

and in poverty distressed

So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation

Well I sold me horse and cow,

my little pig and sow

My father’s farm of land I then departed

And me sweetheart Bid McGee,

I'm afraid I'll never see

For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Hear ye boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be comin

There is nothing here but war,

where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well meself and a hundred more,

to America sailed o'er

Our fortunes to be makin we were thinking

When we got to Yankee land,

they put guns into our hands

Sayin' Paddy you must go and fight for Lincoln

Hear ye boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be comin

There is nothing here but war,

where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

General Meagher to us he said,

if you get shot or lose your head

Every mother’s son of youse will get a pension

Well in the war I lost me leg,

and all I’ve now is a wooden peg

By my soul it is the truth to you I mention

Hear ye boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be comin

There is nothing here but war,

where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well I think meself in luck,

if I get fed on Indianbuck

And old Ireland is a country I delight in

To the devil, I would say,

God curse Americay

For in truth I've had enough of their hard fightin

Hear ye boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be comin

There is nothing here but war,

where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

I wish I was at home

I wish I was at home

I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

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