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02 May 04 - 12:00 PM (#1176317) Subject: Lyr Req: Pat Murphy-Widow Cafferty From: GUEST,Toenails John A long time ago i heard this song, and was asked if i knew it lately. I remember it started something like In the year of 45, when pat murphy was alive".... And goes on to tell how he married a widow who led him a dogs life, untill one day he was " Fiddlin with the gun, And the widow began to run, and ends with the line "she's been slavin now for 30 years or more." Might not get back to check this thread till tomorrow, but any further help on the lyrics will be appreciated, Ta Catters! |
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03 May 04 - 08:22 AM (#1176821) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Pat Murphy-Widow Cafferty From: MartinRyan Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I can't remember! He shoots a donky by way of warning, if I remember rightly. The names (Murphy and Cafferty) don't ring a bell - there are probably several variants. Regards |
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04 May 04 - 02:59 PM (#1177634) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Pat Murphy-Widow Cafferty From: GUEST,Toenails John Further enlightenment That is the one you have (had) alright. I got the first verse given to me last night, Might kickstart a memory???? The year 1945, when Pat murphy was alive, He was coming to the end of his long life He called his young son John, and said listen to me son It's about time that you found yourself a wife...... Any sparks??????? |
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07 Jul 05 - 06:10 AM (#1516762) Subject: Lyr Add: THE WIDOW CARTHY From: GUEST,Toenails John F**K. took me a while to get this one, but worth the wait, Hope it puts a smile on your face, Note it's Carthy not Cafferty! The Widow Carthy Back in nineteen forty five, when Pat Murphy was alive, He was coming to the finish of his life, He called in his only son, he said come here listen to me son, Don't you think it's time you got yourself a wife. All my cattle and my cows, my horses and my ploughs, Me money and me share of grassy land, I will give the lot to you, but there's one thing you must do, You must take the widow Carthy by the hand. Now big John he scratched his head, with his elbows on the bed, He was never in a fix like this before, For he knew the widow well, and he knew she'd give him hell, But an offer such as this he couldn't ignore, And though John was thirty four, she was half a dozen more, And her muscles had developed to the full, And her temper was set fair, for the neighbours would declare, She could holler like Mullarky's Friesian Bull She was tall and she was strong, and she could sing a good auld song, But her fortune, well, it wasn't fashioned in her face, And twas known she never cried, on the night old Carthy died, Though he left her a load of money with the place, But our John he took a chance, and decided on romance, They were married by the Curate father Bourke, They went home without delay, Twas a lovely summer's day, Straight away he changed his drawers and went to work. Now our john he was no fool, first he saddled up t' auld Mule, And he faced him for a five foot garden wall, And t' auld Widow looked askew, for twas very well she knew, That the poor auld Mule he couldn't jump at all. Now when first he did refuse, big John was not amused, Boys oh boys was all she heard her husband sigh, But when the mule refused to run, out came Johnny with the gun And he shot the poor hoor straight between the eyes. And then turning to the wife, who was trembling for her life, He said my love go down and clean the cows, Count the cattle in the bog; give a dinner to the dog, Sweep the yard and when you're finished feed the sow, Now when first she did refuse, big John was not amused, Boys oh boys she heard her man again encore, He went fiddling with the gun, and the widow took to run, She's been slaving now these forty years or more. |
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08 Jul 05 - 07:16 AM (#1517865) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Pat Murphy-Widow Cafferty From: Jim Dixon According to this page, the Waterford Institute of Technology has a field recording of THE WIDOW CARTHY. Darned if I can figure how you'd get access to it, though. |