Darby O'Gill - The Night That Pat Murphy Died Lyrics
Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died, sure that’s the night I’ll never forgetAll the boys got roarin’ drunk and some ain’t sober yetAnd as long as the bottle was passed around all the boys were brisk and gayAnd Auggie came with his bagpipes, the music for to playMrs. Murphy in the corner, she was pourin’ out her griefWhen Kelly and the lads, oh, the dirty robbin’ thievesThey crept into the anti-room and a bottle of whiskey stoleAnd they placed the bottle on the corpse to keep the liquor cold(Chorus)And that’s how they paid their respects to Paddy MurphyThat’s how they showed their honor and their prideThey said it was a sin and a shame, but they winked at one anotherAnd everything in the wake house went the night Pat Murphy diedIt was early in the morning when the funeral left the houseAnd everyone but poor old Mrs. Murphy was half-sousedThey made a stop along the way at the Blarney Stone saloonThey got in there at nine o’clock and they didn’t leave till noonThen someone asked Pat Barry if anyone had diedWell, says he, I’m not quite sure; see, I just come for the rideThey started for the graveyard then, all walkin’ in a lineBut when they reached the grave they found they’d left the corpse behindIt was twenty years ago me boys that old Pat was put undergroundAnd every year to celebrate they all push the jug aroundThey gather at the graveyard and pour vinegar in his ditch‘Cause everybody hated that lousy son-of-a-…
