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Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget |
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Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet |
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As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay |
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O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play |
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That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy |
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That's how they showed their honour and their pride |
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They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another |
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And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died |
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As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner pouring out her grief |
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Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street |
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They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole |
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They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold |
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About two o'clock in the morning after emptying the jug |
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Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug |
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We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the time |
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And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine |
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They stopped the hearse on George Street outside Sundance Saloon |
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They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon |
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They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime |
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Found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind! |
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Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget |
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Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't been sober yet |
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As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay |
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O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play |
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Well every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died! |
