Maggie Murphy’s Home

MAGGIE MURPHY'S HOME.
Sung by Miss Jennie Hill
(Music Hall Songster 1892)

Just down a quiet turning, in a modest tenement,
I live with my old mother, and always pay the rent.
Ours is no gilded mansion, with grand and lofty dome
But you're welcome every evening at Maggie Murphy's home.

On Sunday night 'tis my delight and pleasure, don't you see,
Meeting all the girls and and all the boys who go to work with me.
So they wander in quite freely, went for a stroll they roam,
For her friends are ever welcome, at Maggie Murphy's home

We're dancing in the parlor, there's a waltz for you and I;
Such mashing in the corner, and kisses on the sly.
Oh, bless the leisure moments, we glean such pleasure from,
When in friendship met together at Maggie Murphy's home.

It's from the open window, at the noontime of the day,
You'll see the neighbors' children so happy at their play.
There's Jim little Nelly, together romp and roam.
With the others in the playground near Maggie Murphy's home.

I walk straight home from business at the closing of the day,
To greet my dear old mother; you'll hear the neighbors say:
"Oh! there goes little Maggie, I wish she were my own;
On, may blessings ever linger o'er Maggie Murphy's home!"


MAGGIE MURPHY'S HOME.
As sung in Edward Harrigan's new play entitled "Reilly and the 400"
Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.

Behind a grammar schoolhouse, in a double tenement,
I live with my old mother, and always pay the rent.
A bedroom and a parlor is all we call our own.
And you're welcome every evening at Maggie Murphy's home.

On Sunday night 'tis my delight and pleasure, don't you see,
Meeting all the girls and and the boys that work down town with me.
There's an organ in the parlor to give the house a tone,
And you're welcome every evening at Maggie Murphy's home.

Such dancing in the parlor, there's a waltz for you and I;
Such mashing in the Corner, and kisses on the sly.
Oh, blessed leisure hour! that working-people own,
And they're welcome every evening at Maggie Murphy's home.

It's from the open window, at the noontime of the day,
You'll see the neighbors' children so happy at their play.
There's Jimmy with his Nelly, together romp and roam.
And they gather in the school-yard near Maggie Murphy's home.

I walk through Hogan's alley at the closing of the day,
To greet my dear old mother; you'll hear the neighbors say:
"Oh! there goes little Maggie, I wish she were my own;
On, may blessings ever linger o'er Maggie Murphy's home!"