Poor Barney Mulligan 1902

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 2 Apr 2009
2009

Poor Mulligan
was in great dread
of microbes in the air,
on food and bath tub
and his bed,
he saw them ev'rywhere,
they mocked him
from the looking glass
they sat up on his chair,
they travelled
on his railroad pass,
and kissed his girl so fair.
They swam around
his plate of soup
in milk and sugar bowl,
they glanced up
from his coffee cup
and wiped upon his towel.
They'd float beside the ferry boat,
then see him home again,
they disputed his election vote
he'd got 'em on the brain.

Oh, say!
Pity Barney Mulligan,
his fancies would not
let him eat or rest,
Sleep, wash or get into a bath again,
ev'rything for microbes he would test.
Oh, yes!
Poor Old Barney Mulligan
the microbes really drove him quite insane
He died!
Yet they got at him again,
He's back once more
with microbes on the brain.

Oh, say!
Pity Barney Mulligan,
his fancies would not
let him eat or rest,
Sleep, wash or get into a bath again,
ev'rything for microbes he would test.
Oh, yes!
Poor Old Barney Mulligan
the microbes really drove him quite insane
He died!
Yet they got at him again,
He's back once more
with microbes on the brain.

He worried to a shadow quite,
he could not eat or sleep,
he'd wake so often in the night,
as microbes at him peep.
They got upon his street door keys,
he got them in his mail,
they'd hang on straps of trolley cars,
and pull his pet dog's tail.
He feared at last to draw a breath,
and died in coffin strong.
They laid him in the ground beneath
but not to stay there long
for back he comes both pale and thin,
and says: "May he be blessed
if the microbes in the coffin
will even let him rest."

Oh, say!
Pity Barney Mulligan,
his fancies would not
let him eat or rest,
Sleep, wash or get into a bath again,
ev'rything for microbes he would test.
Oh, yes!
Poor Old Barney Mulligan
the microbes really drove him quite insane
He died!
Yet they got at him again,
He's back once more
with microbes on the brain.

Oh, say!
Pity Barney Mulligan,
his fancies would not
let him eat or rest,
Sleep, wash or get into a bath again,
ev'rything for microbes he would test.
Oh, yes!
Poor Old Barney Mulligan
the microbes really drove him quite insane
He died!
Yet they got at him again,
He's back once more
with microbes on the brain.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Poor Barney Mulligan 1902
Music by Edward Braham
Lyrics by W.W.Hall
© MCMII by Prospect Music Pub.Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 2 April 2009 at 22.08
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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