Lyr Req: Paddy Murphy's wake

Subject: Lyr Req: Paddy Murphyk's wake
From: gaber
Date: 11 Feb 03 - 01:27 PM

Any one got the words for Paddy Murphy's Wake? I Think it is a fun song and I think we all know a Pat Murphy.

Subject: Lyr Add: NIGHT PAT MURPHY DIED (from Great Big Sea
From: Beccy
Date: 11 Feb 03 - 01:29 PM

Will the one that Great Big Sea recorded do?

Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget,
Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't got sober yet!
As long as a bottle was passed around, every man was feeling gay,
O'Leary came with the bagpipes some music for to play!

CHORUS: That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy,
That's how they showed their honour and their pride,
They said it was, "a sin" and "a shame" they winked at one and another,
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died!

As Missus Murphy sat in the corner pourin' out her grief,
Kelly and his gang came tearin' down the street,
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole,
They put that bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold! CHORUS

Well, two o'clock in the mornin' after emptyin' the jug,
Doyle rose up the icebox lid to see poor Paddy's mug,
They stopped the clock so Missus Murphy couldn't tell the time,
And at a quarter after two, we argued it was nine! CHORUS

Well, they stopped the hearse on George Street outside some damn saloon,
They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon,
The went up to the graveyard so holy and sublime,
Found out when they'd got there they'd left the corpse behind! CHORUS

REPEAT FIRST VERSE AND CHORUS.
REPEAT LAST LINE OF CHORUS.

Breaks between verses added. Redundant choruses deleted. --JoeClone, 28-Feb-03.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Paddy Murphyk's wake
From: gaber
Date: 11 Feb 03 - 01:44 PM

Thank you Beccy, That will do just fine. It sure is good to talk about music, after all, that was the reason I joined this site.

May you're guiness flow freely or flow for free.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Paddy Murphyk's wake
From: Beccy
Date: 11 Feb 03 - 05:10 PM

Can I have my guinness flow freely for free? But can it wait 8 more months 'til I have my newest wee bairn?

Subject: Lyr Add: RESPECT FOR PADDY MURPHY
From: Cluin
Date: 02 Jul 03 - 09:14 PM

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.