Album : New York Town
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I came to this country an innocent boy
From the green fields of Galway
When the hunger was clawin' at me
Came for redemption, respect and regard
All I got was new masters
And a kick up the arse

Oh, they beat me and robbed me
On the streets of New York
When all that I wanted
Was an honest day's work
Saying "get up now, Paddy,
You're an ignorant sort
Far worse than a beast
You won't do what you're told"

Oh, they spat at my crucifix
Laughed at my church
They called me a papist
And many things worse
I soaked up their insults
And I swore revenge
Send them Know-Nothing bastards
Straight back to hell

I joined up their army,
My fortune to make
But my captain was just another
Nativist snake
He beat me and starved me
Insulted my Race
By the time I hit Texas
I was ready to break

Hiya, le hiya
Oh, hey San Patricio
So far from your homeland
Carinos we miss you oh
Hiya, le hiya
Oh, hey San Patricio
We'll never forget you
We'll always remember
The San Patricio Brigade...

The Mexican people
They treated us great
We danced at their weddings
And sang at their wakes
We fought in their battles
And where'er we'd go
Hiya le mad Irish
San Patricio

Oh, we fought the invader
And held him at bay
At the battle of San Angel
And Buena Vista
If Santa Anna had not fled Churabasco
We'd be chasing Know-Nothings
Up past Ohio

Hiya, le hiya
Oh, hey San Patricio...

They took us prisoner
When our bullets ran out
And they tried us in
Their military court
Not a word 'bout oppression
Or baiting our Race
My captain passed sentence
His eyes filled with hate

To death on the gallows
We would not bend our knee
So they murdered us
Far from Galway's green fields
We fought for liberty
Defense of our creed
So to hell with Know-Nothings
Their kith, kin and seed

Hiya, le hiya
Oh, hey San Patricio...
I came to this country an innocent boy   From the green fields of Galway   When the hunger was clawin' at me   Came for redemption, respect and regard   All I got was new masters   And a kick up the arse      Oh, they beat me and robbed me   On the streets of New York   When all that I wanted   Was an honest day's work   Saying "get up now, Paddy,   You're an ignorant sort   Far worse than a beast   You won't do what you're told"      Oh, they spat at my crucifix   Laughed at my church   They called me a papist   And many things worse   I soaked up their insults   And I swore revenge   Send them Know-Nothing bastards   Straight back to hell      I joined up their army,   My fortune to make   But my captain was just another   Nativist snake   He beat me and starved me   Insulted my Race   By the time I hit Texas   I was ready to break      Hiya, le hiya   Oh, hey San Patricio   So far from your homeland   Carinos we miss you oh   Hiya, le hiya   Oh, hey San Patricio   We'll never forget you   We'll always remember   The San Patricio Brigade...      The Mexican people   They treated us great   We danced at their weddings   And sang at their wakes   We fought in their battles   And where'er we'd go   Hiya le mad Irish   San Patricio      Oh, we fought the invader   And held him at bay   At the battle of San Angel   And Buena Vista   If Santa Anna had not fled Churabasco   We'd be chasing Know-Nothings   Up past Ohio      Hiya, le hiya   Oh, hey San Patricio...      They took us prisoner   When our bullets ran out   And they tried us in   Their military court   Not a word 'bout oppression   Or baiting our Race   My captain passed sentence   His eyes filled with hate      To death on the gallows   We would not bend our knee   So they murdered us   Far from Galway's green fields   We fought for liberty   Defense of our creed   So to hell with Know-Nothings   Their kith, kin and seed      Hiya, le hiya   Oh, hey San Patricio...