David Kincaid & The Brandos - "Paddy's Lamentation"

This song, “Paddy’s Lamentation,” is a very sad, somber and excruciatingly beautiful reminder of the dire and grim consequences of civil war. It began as a broadside ballad entitled “Pat in America,” published in Britain and Ireland in the 1860s, and has remained in the Irish tradition under this current title. If I could write songs like this, the history of my career would read very differently.. I had forgotten I had this video, recorded during the 2004 European tour of “Songs of the Irish Volunteers,” in Sonderborg, Denmark on February 14, 2004. Along with myself, the band featured Frank Giordano - Guitar, Vocal and Harmonica, Ernie Mendillo - Bass, Vocals, and Christopher Layer - Uilleann Pipes, Flute and Whistle. The song was included on my first studio album of this material, “The Irish Voluteer,” available from Amazon, iTunes, Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, and most of the other download and streaming services. https://www.amazon.com/Irish-Voluntee... PADDY'S LAMENTATION (Traditional) And its by the hush, Me Boys I'm sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation I was by hunger pressed And by poverty distressed When I took the thought I'd leave the Irish nation So I sold me horse and plow Sold me sheep, me pigs and sow Me little farm of land and I we parted And me sweetheart Biddy Magee I'm afeared I'll never see For I left her on that mornin' quite broken hearted And here's you Boys, do take my advice To Americay I'll have you not be comin' For there's nothin' here but war Where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was back home In dear old Ireland So me and a hundred more To Americay sailed o'er Our fortunes to be makin' we were thinkin' But when we landed in Yankee-Land They stuck a musket in me hands Sayin' "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" General Meagher to us said "If you get shot, or you lose your leg Every mother's son of you will get a pension" But in the war I lost my leg And all I got's a wooden peg Oh Me Boys, it is the truth to you I mention Chorus Now, I'd have thought meself in luck To be fed an Indian buck And in Ireland the land that I delight in But by the Devil I do say Curse Americay For I'm sure I've had enough of your hard fightin' Chorus