Tim Murphy'S Gon' Walkin' Wid Maggie O'Neill, O Chone! If I Was Her Muther, I'd Frown On Sich Foolin', O Chone! I'm Sure It's Unmutherlike, Darin' An' Wrong To Let A Gyrul Hear Tell The Sass An' The Song Of Every Young Felly That Happens Along, O Chone! An' Murphy, The Things That's Be'N Sed Of His Doin', O Chone! 'Tis A Cud That No Dacent Folks Wants To Be Chewin', O Chone! If He Came To My Door Wid His Cane On A Twirl, Fur To Thry To Make Love To You, Biddy, My Girl, Ah, Wouldn't I Send Him Away Wid A Whirl, O Chone! They Say The Gossoon Is Indecent And Dirty, O Chone! In Spite Of His Dressin' So. O Chone! Let Him Dress Up Ez Foine Ez A King Or A Queen, Let Him Put On More Wrinkles Than Ever Was Seen, You'll Be Sure He's No Match For My Little Colleen, O Chone! Faith The Two Is Comin' Back An' Their Walk Is All Over, O Chone! 'Twas A Pretty Short Walk Fur To Take Wid A Lover, O Chone! Why, I Believe That Tim Murphy'S A Kumin' This Way, Ah, Biddy Jest Look At Him Steppin' So Gay, I'd Niver Belave What The Gossipers Say, O Chone! He's Turned In The Gate An' He's Coming A-Caperin', O Chone! Go, Biddy, Go Quick An' Put On A Clane Apern, O Chone! Be Quick As Ye Kin Fur He's Right At The Dure; Come In, Master Tim, Fur Ye're Welcome I'm Shure. We Were Talkin' O' Ye Jest A Minute Before. O Chone!