Rory Murphy - The Irish Rovers
Written by:Traditional
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Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
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Rory Murphy coming frae Dumbarton
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Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
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Rory Murphy coming frae Dumbarton
Now Rory was a piper bold
Highland blood with in him flowed
And lowland bodies hearts aye glowed
To the tunes of Rory Murphy
He filled the warriors breaths with fire
He cheered the heart of sage and sire
And made the listening groups admire
As he get through Dumbarton
Saw ye Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy coming frae Dumbarton
He had a beard of lammer gloss
His cheeks were fresher than the rose
His sparkling eyes as black as sloe's
And the nose as red a partan
Rory stood 6 feet or more
The brawest man on Scotland's shore
And all the lassies did adore
The piper of Dumbarton
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Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
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Rory Murphy coming frae Dumbarton
He oft times played the night awa
And never was he tired at a'
Piping note for one and a'
And a tune for every tartan
When Rory drank an extra gill
He made his chanter sound so shrill
You'd hear him on ben London hill
As clear as in Dumbarton
Saw ye Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy coming frae Dumbarton
It was whiskey that did him betray
While tottering home more drunk each day
He fell headlong all the brae
That killed him dead for certain
No more we'll hear his witching tones
No more he'll blow his highland tones
His bones lie cold beneath the stones
In the kirk yards of Dumbarton
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Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
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Rory Murphy coming frae Dumbarton
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Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
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Rory Murphy coming frae Dumbarton
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Rory Murphy Rory Murphy Rory Murphy
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Rory Murphy the piper of Dumbarton