Ha! thou shrinkest like the lightning,
To thy bosom fell remorse shall dart,
And thou yet shall know the anguish
Which hath broken my poor heart;
And thou yet shall know the anguish
Which hath broken my poor heart.
Paddy on the Canal.
When I landed in sweet Philadelphia, the weather was pleasant and clear,
I did not stay long in the city, so quickly I shall let you hear.