Mrs. Murphy gave a party just about a week ago. Everything was plentiful. The Murphys, they're not slow. They treated us like gentlemen. We tried to act the same. Only for what happened, well, it was an awful shame. It was an awful shame. When Mistress 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 up on the piano and loudly did he shout, Hold through 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 to make that true. The overalls in Mistress Murphy's chowder. Oh, boys, will you hold on there? They drank the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor. Each man swore upon his life he'd never 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. We could plainly see. And when Mistress Murphy she came to, she began to cry and pout. She'd 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 sang with all our might. Sang with all our might. Hold through 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 to make that true. The overalls in Mistress Murphy's chowder. .