Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forgetAnd thinking about it, that's exactly how I want to be sent off. All my friends and loved ones drinking, telling stories and jokes at my expense, singing, dancing, and making love. If you've got bagpipes, bring 'em. Give me a proper rollicking send-off. And I'm certain my friends will really do this.
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play
That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
That's how they showed their honour and their pride;
They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died
They stopped the hearse on George Street outside Sundance Saloon
They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon
They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime
Found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind!
We'll meet again somewhere down the road, and there will always be more time for drinking, dancing, singing, loving. I think that's a happy thought.