The Opinions of Paddy Magee I'm Paddy Magee, sir, from Ballinahee, sir, In an illigant ship I come over the say; Father Donahoe sent me, my passage he lent me-- Sure, only for that, I'd a walked all the way! He talked of America's freedom and glory; "Begorra," says I, "that's the counthry for me!" So, to ind a long story, I've now come before ye, To give the opinions of Paddy Magee. Whin Ireland was needing, and famine was feeding, And thousands were dying for something to ate, 'Twas America's daughters that sent over the waters The ships that were loaded with corn and whate: And Irishmen sure will forever remember, The vessels that carried the flag of the free; And the land that befriended, they'll die to defend it, And that's the opinions of Paddy Magee. John Bull, ye ould divil, Ye'd betther keep civil! Remimber the story of 'Seventy-six, Whin Washington glorious he slathered the tories; Away from Columbia you then cut your sticks. And if once again you're inclined to be meddling, There's a city that's called New Orleans, d'ye see, Where Hickory Jackson he drove off the Saxon-- Now that's the opinions of Paddy Magee. I'm sure none are bowlder the musket to showlder, Enlisting to learn the sojering trade-- With Corcoran fighting, in Meagher delighting, They swell up the ranks of the Irish Brigade. With Columbia defying the bould British Lion, The sons of ould Ireland forever shall be; I'll have no intervention, if that's their intention-- And that's the opinions of Paddy Magee. Though now we're in trouble, it's only a bubble, We'll soon make the foes of the Union retire; Foreign knaves that would meddle had better skedaddle, For them Uncle Sam has a taste of Greek fire! They'll find if they try it, Columbia's a giant, And victory perched on the flag of the free; For the American nation can whale all creation-- And that's the opinions of Paddy Magee RG. oct00
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