My Fierce Murphy.[1]
(Air: “My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean.”’)
The night I first met my fierce Murphy,
He punched me and kicked me and stoned;
He sent me away all in tatters,
I screamed and I wept and I moaned.
But I loved him, I loved him,
I loved him more than I can tell, can tell!
I loved him, I loved him,
I loved him more than I can tell!
He was the next time even fiercer,
He snatched me up, threw me outside;
But while I was held in his clutches,
My face in his blouse I did hide.
I loved him, I loved him,
That moment I was in his arms, strong arms!
I loved him, I loved him,
That moment I was in his arms!
The third time he said he’d me marry,
This wonderful, wonderful brave!
I then was so robbed of my reason,
I nothing did but for him rave.
I loved him, I loved him,
I nothing did but for him rave — yes, rave!
I loved him, I loved him,
I nothing did but for him rave!
I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying,
For love of this wonderful brave;
I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying —
Will he not show mercy and save?
Dying — dying —
I see yawn for me the dark grave, dread grave!
Dying — dying —
Will he not show mercy and save?
- ↑ A substitute is here used for the real name of the soldier.
