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I'm Paddy Magee, sir, from Ballinahee, sir,
In an elegant ship I come over the sea,
Father Donahoe sent me, my passage he lent me,
Sure, only for that, I'd have walked all the way!
He talked of America's freedom and glory;
"Begorra," says I, "that's the country for me!"
So, to end a long story, I've come now before you,
To give the opinions of Paddy Magee!

When 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 wheat,
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!

I'm sure none are bolder the musket to shoulder,
Enlisting to learn the soldering trade,
With Corcoran fighting, and 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!

John Bull, ye ould divil, you'd better keep civil!
Remember the story of 'Seventy-six,
When 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!

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 wail all creation,
And that's the opinions of Paddy Magee!​