Chords for Paddy's Lament/By the Hush

_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ Well, by the hush me vines, [B] share of [A] that golden [F#m] noise,
_ And [B] listen to for _ paddy's [A] _ _ [A] _ _
saderation.
[C#m] _ _ _ [D] I was by hunger _ pressed, [A] and in poverty _ [F#] distressed,
_ [D] Till I took a thought, [A] I leave the [Bm] Irish nation.
[F#] _
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_ _ _ Well, [B] I sold me horse and plough, [A] me little [E] pigs and [F#m] sow,
_ [B] And me father's tract of land I [A] soon _ [E] _
departed.
_ _ [F#m] [D] And me sweetheart, living gay, [A] I'm afraid [G#] no more I'll see,
[F#] _ [D] For I left [A] her there that morning broken [Bm]-hearted.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Miss you, my [F#m] ears, now take [A] my advice,
[B] To _ _ Madagascar, at least [A] not be _ _ coming.
[F#] _ _ _ [D] _ There's nothing here before, [A] where the drink [G#] I was [F#m] drawn,
_ [D] I wish I [A] was at home, dear old [B] _
Dublin.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ When [B] we sailed down a hundred more, _ [A] to Madagascar,
Our _ [B] _ _ fortunes, to be making, we [A] were _ _ thinking.
_ _ [B] When we [D] reached _ Yankee land, [A] they shoved the gold into our [F#] hands,
_ [E] Saying, Paddy, you [A] must go and fight [B] for Lincoln. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ Miss you, _ my [B] ears, [F#m] now take my [A] advice,
_ To [B] _
Madagascar, at least not be [A] _ _ [A] _
coming.
[F#] _ _ [B] _ [D] There's nothing here before, _ [B] [A] where the drink I was drawn,
_ _ [F#m] I [D] wish I [A] was at home, [B] dear old Dublin.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] Colonel, me after I say, _ _ [A] if you get shot, I'll lose your head.
_ _ [B] Every good soul of yours will [A] get an _ _ _
_ [F#] anger.
[D] In the war I lost me leg, _ _ [A] they gave me a wooden [F#m] peg,
And [D] by Christ, it is true, to you [Bm] I've ventured. _
_ _ _ _ Miss you, _ my [F#m] ears, now take my _ [A] advice,
[B] To _ _ Madagascar, at least not [A] be _ _ coming.
[F#] _ _ _ [D] There's nothing here before, _ [A] where the drink [G#] I was drawn,
[F#] _ _ [Bm] I [A] wish I was at home, dear [B] old Dublin. _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, I think we're self-in luck, if [A] I get fed down in [F#] Denmark.
_ [B] Old Ireland is a country I'd [A] _ _ [G#] like _ [F#m] in,
To the [D] devil [B] I would say, it's [A] curse of [F#] Maverick, dear.
For [D] truth, [A] I've had enough of her [Bm] hard fighting.
[F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ Miss you, my _ [F#m] ears, now take my [A] _ advice,
_ [B] To Madagascar, at least [A] not be _ _ [G#]
coming.
[F#] _ _ [D] There's nothing [B] here before, _ [A] where the blood and cannon rolls,
[F#] _ _ [A] I wish [D] I was [A] at home, _ _ [D] [A] wish I was at home,
_ [E] I wish I was at home, dear [B] old Dublin. _
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