| 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 |