TIM Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill, br O chone! br If I was her muther, I'd frown on sich foolin', br O chone! br I'm sure its unmutherlike, darin' an' wrong br To let a gyrul hear 'tell the sass an' the song br Of every young felly that happens along, br O chone! br An' Murphy, the things that's be'n sed of his doin', br O chone! br 'Tis a cud that no dacent folks wants to be chewin', br O chone! br If he came to my door wid his cane on a twirl, br Fur to thry to make love to you, Biddy, my girl, br Ah, wouldn't I send him away wid a whirl, br O chone! br They say the gossoon is indecent and dirty, br O chone! br In spite of his dressin' so. br O chone! br Let him dress up ez foine ez a king or a queen, br Let him put on more wrinkles than ever was seen, br You'll be sure he's no match for my little colleen, br O chone! br Faith the two is comin' back an' their walk is all over, br O chone! br 'Twas a pretty short walk fur to take wid a lover, br O chone! br Why, I believe that Tim Murphy's a kumin' this way, br Ah, Biddy jest look at him steppin' so gay, br I'd niver belave what the gossipers say, br O chone! br He's turned in the gate an' he's coming a caperin', br O chone! br Go Biddy, go quick an' put on a clane apern, br O chone! br Be quick as ye kin fur he's right at the dure; br Come in, master Tim, fur ye're welcome I'm shure. br We were talkin' o' ye jest a minute before.