Miss Mulligan's Home Made Pie 1885

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 17 Nov 2008
2008

As I sat at my rosewood peanny one day
makin' chords that were solemn and grand,
Mr. Mulligan's footman came over the way
with a big billy doo in his hand.
As a neighbour and friend
I was asked to attend
a party at Mulligan's social and high,
and I found by the way
'twas the very first day
that Miss Mulligan tried
to bake home made pie.

Arrah my boys
but that pie was a daisy,
flaky and tender,
crispy and brown,
To see what was in it
the people went crazy,
nothing like it
was known in the town.
Lemons and rhubarb
and raisins and spices,
icing and frosting
piled up on high,
slathers of brandy
and sugar so sandy,
in faith 'twas a dandy
that home made pie.

They stood the pie out
on the table that day,
and it looked
like a ship without sails,
While Mulligan mended
a hole in the lid,
with a hammer
and two or three nails.
Sure it looked very nice
and I asked for a slice,
for I eat when I'm hungry
and drink when I'm dry,
You may say what you please
but I've been in a daze
since I tackled
Miss Mulligan's home made pie.

Arrah my boys
but that pie was a daisy,
flaky and tender,
crispy and brown,
To see what was in it
the people went crazy,
nothing like it
was known in the town.
Lemons and rhubarb
and raisins and spices,
icing and frosting
piled up on high,
slathers of brandy
and sugar so sandy,
in faith 'twas a dandy
that home made pie.

Mr. Hector McGettigan
asked for a slice,
and he swallowed it down
in a lump,
He was took with the colic
and cramps in a trice,
and the doctor came in
with a pump,
Young Woolford McGee
kept gazing at me,
I could tell by his looks
there was blood in his eye,
Then he hit old McGinn
and fractured his chin
with a chunk of
Miss Mulligan's home made pie.

Arrah my boys
but that pie was a daisy,
flaky and tender,
crispy and brown,
To see what was in it
the people went crazy,
nothing like it
was known in the town.
Lemons and rhubarb
and raisins and spices,
icing and frosting
piled up on high,
slathers of brandy
and sugar so sandy,
in faith 'twas a dandy
that home made pie.

Mr. Fogarty tumbled
and groaned on the floor
with the pleurisy pains
in his chest,
Maloney cried out:
"I don't want any more,"
as he tried
to unbutton his vest,
John Michael Dupree
kept calling to me:
"Oh, Gilhooly, I leave you
my debts if I die,"
While Gerald McCann said
he pitied the man
who would marry that girl
and her home made pie.

Arrah my boys
but that pie was a daisy,
flaky and tender,
crispy and brown,
To see what was in it
the people went crazy,
nothing like it
was known in the town.
Lemons and rhubarb
and raisins and spices,
icing and frosting
piled up on high,
slathers of brandy
and sugar so sandy,
in faith 'twas a dandy
that home made pie.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
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Miss Mulligan's Home Made Pie 1885
Words & Music by C.Frank Horn
© 1885 by W.F.Shaw
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 17 November 2008 at 09.56
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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