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220 My Fierce Murphy.

(Air: “My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean.”’) 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?