“The Getting’s Good”, Darby O’Gill, 2004
Mrs. Murphy gave a party ‘bout a week ago
Everything was plentiful, for the Murphys, they're not slow
They treated us like gentlemen, we tried to act the same
But only then what happened; oh, it was an awful shame
Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out and fainted on the spot
She’d found a pair of overalls at the bottom of the pot
Tim Nolan, he got rivin’ mad, his eyes were bulging out
He jumped upon the piano and loudly he did shout
Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?
Nobody spoke, so he shouted all the louder
That’s an Irish trick, it’s true; and I’ll lick the Mic that threw
The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder
They dragged the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor
Each man swore upon his life that he’d not 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 comes to, she starts 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
Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?
Nobody spoke, so we shouted all the louder
That’s an Irish trick, it’s true; and I’ll lick the Mic that threw
The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder