Books Notated Music Susy and Pat Murphy. Air--"Villikins and his Dinah."
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SUSY AND PAT MURPHY.
SUSY AND PAT MURPHY.
Ari— "Villikis and his Dinah."
Och, it's of a rich farmer in Limerick did dwell,
He had a fine daughter, the truth for to tell,
Her name was Shusanna with beauty galore,
And her aunt Bridget lived in the town of Drumore.
Tu ral, ri tu ral, ri tu ral lol la, c.
[Spoken]—Two shares in the Limerick farm, and a charming chorus in behalf of the young lady's beauty. Tu ral, ri tu ral, ri tu ral tal la, tu ral, ri tu ral fol de lol la
As Shusa was churning the butther one day,
Her father came to her, and thus he did say:
"Go dress yourself Shusa, in your best array,
For Pat Murphy is coming to wed you to-day."
A very interesting chorus in behalf of the wedding with Pat Murphy Sing, Tu ral, c
"Arrah bad luck to Pat Murphy," poor Shuza did say,
"De'il a peg Ill go near him, nor look at his eye,
For he squints like a toad looking up at the moon,
And his head is as big as the mammoth balloon."
A very enlarged chorus in behalf of the big head of Pat Murphy. Sing, Tu ral, c
"Arrah go ye bould huzzy," her father did say,
"If ye'll not take Pat Murphy, ye shall rue the day,
For I'll gin all the butthermilk to Katy ONale,
And ye'll eat yer praties as dry as oatmale."
A very maly chorus in behalf of the dry praties. Sing. Tu ral, c.
Poor Shuza, away to the milk house she ran,
Crying, "Ill never take such a baste of a man,
I'll drink all the butthermilk out of the pail,
And I'll not leave a skig for young Katy ONale."
A very butthermilk chorus in behalf of the disappointment of Katy O'Nale. Sing, Tu ral, c.
And as she was drinking the milk from the pail,
She happened to spy that young Katy O'Nale,
Being angry at what her ould father had said,
The butthermilk choked her, and then she fell dead.
A very affecting chorus in behalf of the young lady. Sing, Tu ral, c.
When Pat Murphy heard it he ran to the door,
And seeing his dear Shusa lying dead on the floor,
The tears, like big hailstones, did fall from his eye.
Crying, "Shusa, mavourneen, arrah what made ye die?
A very watery chorus in behalf of the hailstone tears of Pat Murphy. Sing, Tu ral, c.
Now all ye young maidens, whativer ye do,
Don't rashly drink butthermilk while it is new,
And all yon gay fellows, when in love affairs sail,
Think of Shusa and Pat and the buttermilk pail.