Murphy’s Island Voyage

(hey!) (ho!) From the docks of Galway,

the sails were unfurled To chase a lost map to the edge

of the world

With a crew of bold sailors and one shaggy beast A great

Irish wolfhound heading out east

Oh, Murphy the hound,

with his tail in the air!

He sniffs out the gold with a spirit so rare

Across the rough waves,

let the copper bells ring

Of Murphy the sailor,

the crew will all sing! (hey!)

The storms they did batter,

the wind it did blow

But Murphy stood brave on the deck down below

With a bark like the thunder,

he pointed the way

To the shores of the island at the break of the day

Oh, Murphy the hound,

with his tail in the air!

He sniffs out the gold with a spirit so rare

Across the rough waves,

let the copper bells ring

Of Murphy the sailor,

the crew will all sing! (hey!)

They dug in the sand by the old hollow tree

And pulled up a chest from the floor of the sea

With a bone made of silver,

and jewels in the chest

Now Murphy's the richest bold hound in the west! (ho!)

So raise up your glasses,

and sing out with pride!

With Murphy the giant dog right by our side! (hey!) (ho!)