American Old Time Song Lyrics: 28 Up Went Mrs Murphy

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 28

UP WENT MRS. MURPHY.
Copyright, 1890, by Goetz & Co.
Words by Stuart S. Taylor. Music by H. G. Ritzheimer.

How all the country papers spoke about the great World's Fair,
They gave a full description of the wonders gathered there;
They spoke about the big balloon that was to sail that very noon
To view the moon, perched high up in the air.
Mrs. Murphy read the news- " I'll go at once, " she cried;
The owner then asked any one to come and step inside.
Mrs. Murphy thought to play a joke, she stepped inside to have a smoke,
The rope it broke, the b'loon no more was tied.

Chorus.
Up went Mrs. Murphy, up from out the great World's Fair;
She had just time to say good-bye, and breathe a hurried prayer;
She shot up from the startled crowd, and aimed towards, with shriek so loud,
A little cloud which sailed up in the air.

Mrs. Murphy'd read In novels how you pulled a little string
And the gas will be exhausted-it is such a little thing:
She grasped the string to yank it, which she did, of course, and sank it,
But the crank it spilt her out when on the swing.
An Alderman was standing beneath when out she fell-
She struck his collar-bone, and she broke his neck as well.
The judge said to his warder: "Twenty months she'll be our boarder.
That's my order, take her to her dungeon-cell!"

Chorus.
Up went Mrs. Murphy, it was such a pleasant sail,
To Sing Sing, near the Hudson, where they locked her into jail;
She asked to write a letter for her Pat to come and get her;
She was debtor for two thousand dollars bail.

Mrs. Murphy, when, at last, was free, she went at once straight home,
No more to take excursions or in other climes to roam;
Her Patrick was a miner, yes, he was a "forty-niner,"
None were finer than her Pat from "cross the foam.
One day when Mrs. Murphy she was busy with a task,
Along come Mike O'Shannessy. a bit of light he'd ask;
Says he, "Pat's kilt, he's had a fight! "she fainted and she dropp'd the light,
And dynamite was 'neath it in a cask.

Chorus.
Up went Mrs. Murphy in a blaze of yellow flame;
Altho' she's scattered to the winds, she'll get there just the same;
A set of teeth and ear-rings, half-a-dozen pins and shoe-strings,
There were few things that you'd recognize by name.

The Coroner and jury came to sit upon the case,
They asked if they might look upon the 'flicted woman's face;
Says Pat, "no doubt. you're very koind, just look where'er ye have a moind,
For I can't foind her here nor any place."
They said her death was caused by freely generated heat;
The funeral it was beautiful, 'twas very hard to beat;
The minister then made a prayer, they lower'd her with greatest care,
Their heads were bare and everything complete.

Chorus.
Up went Mrs. Murphy, much more higher than balloon;
Her death has lost to earth one of its greatest charms, too soon;
And Pat now swears that he can see-on! just as plain as plain can be-
Above the sea his wife up in the moon.