Em
Timothy Murphy kept the pledge
    C       A       Em
For nearly fourteen year
                        C
But Christmas even' he felt so bad
    A              D
He got out on the beer;
 Em
Oh, he came home like a roaring lion
       C       A       Em
Filled up with rum and gin
                       C
For he's like a Bengal tiger
         A       D      Em
When he gets a mouthful in
  Em
There's not a porch for half a mile
      C       A        Em
That came in Murphy's sight
                          C
But felt his hob-nailed bluchers
         A            D
When he let out that night;
     Em               C
And sashes tumbled 'round the floor
     A                  D
And cats at doors did scrape
          Em                 C
For they knew their time on earth was short
      A       D         Em
When Timothy rounds the cape
           G                 D
He broke lamps and cups and crockeryware
     G               D
The pots and soup tureens
        Em                 C
He ate everything that was in the house
       A                    D
Pigs' heads and boiled crubeens;
             G               D
Now there's not a sound eye in the block
      G               D
From Murphy's heavy sledge
         Em              C
And the town is all on crutches now
        A      D         Em
Since Murphy broke the pledge
    Em
If Murphy don't get thirty days
       C        A       Em
And I hope and pray he will
                           C
There'll be humps on undertaker's back
      A                    D
From all the crowds he'll kill;
         Em
And the beaver hats, they won't hold out
    C    A       Em
To bury all the dead
                      C
If Timothy ties his braces 'round
    A         D    Em
To paint the city red
           G                  D
He broke lamps and cups and crockeryware
     G               D
The pots and soup tureens
       Em                  C
He ate everything that was in the house
        A                   D
Pigs' heads and boiled curbeens;
             G               D
Now there's not a sound eye in the block
       G               D
From Murphy's heavy sledge
         Em              C
And the town is all on crutches now
        A      D         Em
Since Murphy broke the pledge
      Em
The neighbourhood is on their knees
    C   A      Em
In meditation deep
                       C
In hope he'll get the summer
            A             D
Through the iron bars to peep;
        Em
For if not, we'll go to Nagle's Hill
     C         A     Em
And leave our snug abode
                       C
For I'd sooner face a unicorn
      A       D      Em
Than Murphy with a load
          G                   D
He broke lamps and cups and crockeryware
     G               D
The pots and soup tureens
       Em                   C
He ate everything that was in the house
        A                   D
Pigs' heads and boiled crubeens;
             G               D
Now there's not a sound eye in the block
       G              D
From Murphy's heavy sledge
         Em              C
And the town is all on crutches now
        A      D         Em
Since Murphy broke the pledge