Ophelia Murhy's Birthmark.
My friends, I have nearly gone crazy,
I'm flatter than Brannigan's beer,
All through a deceitful young daisy
That lately walked on "on her ear.**
I'm shoveling smoke at the gas house.
And board up in Avenue A,
And there met Ophelia Murphy,
A girl that lived over the way.
She's the one only daughter of Paddv Murphee,
Who was born in the town of Killbeg;
She has curls red as carrots, a beak like a parrot's,
And a strawberry mark on her leg.
We went to each place of divarsion,
To picnics, to weddings and wakes,
And every night in the Summer
I'd treat her to ice-cream and cakes;
And when we'd return from our rambles,
And find the old fogies in bed,
We'd sit on the stoop there a-singing,
"Swim out for your over you're head. '-Chorus.
At last came a cruel disaster,
We went off one night very gay,
To see the great Tony Booth Pastor
As Bunthorne in Soolivan's play.
Ophelia's eyes, how they sparkled,
You'd think she was " crank'd, " I'll engage,
When an actor with hair like a woman's
Came swaggering out on the stage -Chorus.
From that, sure she raved of theatres,
I think I got what I desarved,
Each dollar I had in the bank, boys,
Was spent on the seats called resarved
In telling the rest of my story
I feel like the softest of loons;
Last week she ran off with
A "eupe" in the Patience Dragoons.
When she went she left word that she'd joined the "Balee,"
But I fear she's turned out a bad egg;
If it's crazy I'm going, my trouble's all owing
To that strawberry mark on the leg.