Oh the Murphy's gave a party just about a week ago Everything was plentiful, the Murphy's they're not slow They treated us like gentlemen, we tried to act the same But only for what happened, well it was an awful shame
When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out She fainted on the spot She found a pair of overalls In the bottom of the pot Tim Nolan he got rippin' mad His eyes were bulgin' out He jumped up on the PI-A-NO And loudly he did shout
Oh, who threw the overalls in Mrs Murphy's chowder Nobody spoke, so he shouted all the louder It's an Irish trick that's true I can lick the mick that threw The overalls in Mrs Murphy's chowder
So we dragged the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor Each man swore upon his breast he'd ne'er seen them before They were plastered up with mortar and were worn out at the knee They'd had their many ups and downs as we could plainly see
when Mrs Murphy she came to she began to cry and pout She'd had them in the wash that day and forgot to take them out Tim Nolan he excused himself for what he'd said that night So we put music to the words and sang with all our might
Oh, who threw the overalls in Mrs Murphy's chowder Nobody spoke so we shouted all the louder It's an Irish trick that's true I can lick the mick that threw The overalls in Mrs Murphy's chowder.