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Thread #56690 Message #975609
Posted By: Cluin
02-Jul-03 - 09:14 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Paddy Murphy's wake
Subject: Lyr Add: RESPECT FOR PADDY MURPHY
Here's my version I worked up to do with my band, Blarney (though not exactly as we recorded it... I made a few further alterations after the CD came out):
Respect For Paddy Murphy (The Night Pat Murphy Died)
The night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I'll never forget All the boys got roarin' drunk and some aren't sober yet As long as the drink was goin' round, there's not a tear was shed Till O'Leary came with bagpipes, all for to wake the dead Missus Murphy sat in a corner, pourin' out her grief While Kelly and his pals, them dirty robbin' thieves They slipped into the anteroom and a bottle of whiskey stole And they laid the bottle on the corpse to keep the liquor cold
cho: Well, that's how they showed respect for Paddy Murphy That's how they showed their honour and their pride They said it was a sin and a shame and they winked at one another Everything in the wakehouse went, the night Pat Murphy died
They sat up Paddy in his box, and to make a proper job They shoved a pint into his hand and a pipe into his gob They stopped the clock, so Missus Murphy couldn't tell the time It was a quarter after three, and they told her it was nine Well, the whole damn gang got merry; they didn't care for prayer "The Divvil take his own tonight", I heard someone declare But of all the sights I ever saw, it made me shake with fear When they raked the ice right off the corpse, and placed it on the beer
(chorus)
Now everything was goin' grand; no ruction to observe Till Finnegan told Flannagan, "Ye've got an awful nerve!" For Flannagan told Finnegan, "Yer state is a disgrace!" Then Finnegan wound up and put his fist in Flanny's face Well, the battle did take hold then, and everybody in I saw O'Brien on top o' Ryan on top o' Flynn on top o' Quinn And that crazy Andy Burke was there, Now whaddaya think he done? He flung the corpse right into the fight, with a hollar, just for fun
(chorus)
When the peelers came to pay respect, they battered down the door They fell upon poor Paddy then and drove him to the floor They knocked him twice behind the ears and once upon the head And when they jumped up from their work, sure, they found out he was dead Missus Murphy joined the fray then; she lathered all them cops She ran off every one of them and chased 'em several blocks A lovely time was had by all, eighteen in court were tried For in-stee-gay-tin' riot on the night Pat Murphy died
(chorus)
We do it pretty fast in A and then go into Devil's Dream on the fiddle.