Everything was plentiful the Murphy's are not slow
They treated us like gentlemen we tried to act the same
Only for what happened well it was an awful shame
When Mrs Murphy dished the chowder out she fainted on the spot
She found a pair of overalls at the bottom of the pot
Tim Nolan he got ripping mad his eyes were bulging out
He jumped upon the piano and loudly did he shout
Chorus: 'Who threw the overalls in Mistress Murphy's Chowder?
Nobody spoke so he shouted all the louder
It’s an Irish trick that's true
I can lick the mick that threw
The overalls in Mistress Murphy's chowder'
They dragged the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor
Each man swore upon his life he'd ne'er seen them before
They were plastered up with mortar and were worn out at the knee
They had their many ups and downs as we could plainly see
And when Mrs Murphy came too she 'gan to cry and pout
She had them in the wash that day and forgot to take them out
Tim Nolan he excused himself for what he said that night
So we put music to the words and sung with all our might
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