Title: American Old Time Song Lyrics
Subject: Traditional & Folk Music
Author: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk
Keywords: Old time music, American, oldtimey, bluegrass

Oh Poor Bridget - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OH! POOR BRIDGET. Copyright. 1896, by J. C. Groene & Co. Words and Music by John Walsh. 
Now, friends, pay attention and a story I'll tell Of Widow McCarthy, of her I knew well; She loved Mike, her husband, as all women do; When he died, she'd his figure neatly carved out of wood; When ten o'clock came, her time to retire, She'd take him from the corner and sit by the fire: You were a good man in life, were the words she oft said, As she kissed wooden Mike and went into her bed. 
Chorus. Oh, poor Bridget: oh, poor girl; How she must suffer, no tongue can tell, As she lay there a-dreaming of her big lump of wood, And how she must feel in the morning. 
Now six months had passed and the widow grew tired; At the house where she worked, faith, a young man was hired; Though young, she thought now I'd win him if I could, For a real man is surely much better than wood. I have money galore, to the young man she said, And it all will oe yours if with me you will wed; You're too old, my dear widow, your face is a sight: Don't mind, love, for we'll only go out at night.- Chorus. 
To the Mayor they went, sure, the very next day, When his Honor said, who'll give the sweet bride away; Well, I could said Clancy, but that I'll not do, For if I told the truth, It would implicate you; They were married, went home, the rooms were quite cold he said; Take wooden Mickel from under the bed; Sure I've got you now, you're my heart's desire; Get an axe and chop up Mike and we'll make a good fire. - Chorus.