Rory Murphy

Rory Murphy - The Irish Rovers

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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 the piper of Dumbarton