1. Mistress Murphy gave a party|
Just about a week ago,
Everything was plentiful,
The Murphys, they're not slow.
They treated us like gentlemen;
We tried to act the same
And only for what happened,
Well it was an awful shame.
When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out
She fainted on the spot;
She found a pair of overalls
At the bottom of the pot.
Tim Nolan he got ripping mad,
His eyes were bulging out,
He jumped upon the piano
And loudly he did shout.
2. They dragged the pants from out the soup|
And laid them on the floor;
Each man swore upon his life,
He'd ne'er seen them before.
They were plastered up with mortar
And were worn out at the knee,
They had their many ups and downs
As we could plainly see.
And when Mrs. Murphy she came-to
She 'gan to cry and pout,
She had them in the wash that day
And forgot to take them out.
Tim Nolan, he excused himself
For what he said that night,
So we put music to the words
And sang with all our might.
"Who threw the overalls in Mistress Murphy's chowder?"
Nobody spoke so he shouted all the louder.
It's an Irish trick that's true, but I can lick the Mick that threw
The overalls in Mistress Murphy's chowder.
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