American Old Time Song Lyrics: 36 Thirteen Little Murphys

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 36

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Copyright, 1898, by Albert Loraine & Co.
Words and Music by Thomas E. Powers.

Oh! Murphy Michael and his wife are wed a score of years,
They've thirteen children, boys and girls, oh! bless the little dears;
Their life it is a happy one, they never fight or strike;
Faith, Murphy loves his darling wife, Johanna loves her Mike.

Thirteen little Murphys sleeping on the floor;
Climb in thro' the window, you can't get in the door;
Thirteen little Murphys eating pig's head pie.
Murphy and Johanna drinking rock and rye.

Oh! Murphy Michael works all day for his big family;
He drives a coal-cart and one horse for Mister Dan Dooley;
He keeps a blanket on this horse, as thro' the streets they go.
To stop the wind from blowing hay out of the horse, ho, ho.

Thirteen little Murphys play bull on the stoop;
Pick up Duffy's gander and drop him In the soup;
Thirteen little Murphys laugh at funny tricks.
Murphy drinks full dipper, makes him awful sick.

Oh! Murphy Michael's home at night, to wash the babies O!
He scrubs them with Pearline and suds and fine Sapolio,
He hangs them on the line to dry, the thirteen in a row,
Then for a quart of good old ale to Casey's he does go.

Thirteen little Murphys join hands In a ring.
Murphy In the middle, they dance around and sing;
Thirteen little Murphys pull the nine-pin's hair,
Murphy gets redheaded, bangs them with a chair.
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