Lyr. Add: PADDY'S LAMENT

I'm sitthin' on de stbile, Molly, wid a grape shot in my leg,
It's mighty bad de pain is, and I cannot sthir a peg!
Och! I wish I was at home now wid you in Killybig,
Along wid all de spalpeens and de owld cow and de pig!

When Dan O'Connell was alive I bellowed for Repale,
Of de UNION of owld Ireland- but we fought and we did fall,
Now FOR Union I am fighting, and what is my reward?
Why a grape shot Molly, in my calf, which is uncommon hard!

Och! de Rebels dey are savages to sarve poor Paddy so,
For I'm afraid on crutches I must hereafter go,
And when I come back, Molly, to you and to de pig,
I don't think I'll be able to dance the Irish jig!

I wish I was in Ireland and sitthing side by side,
With you. as gay and jolly as when you were my bride,
At home with a shillelagh in a scrimmage I'd delight,
But 'tis different when with bayonets and grape shot that I fight.

Well, goodbye, Molly darlin'- but when peace returns once more,
I'll gladly tread once more again owld Ireland's blessed shore,
And, if 'tis upon crutches I'll dance you a jig,
And we'll be happy wid fe cow and de spalpeens and de pig.

John Ross Dix, published 1864 by Ch. Magnus, New York. From American Memory: Memory
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