Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MRS. MURPHY'S CHOWDER 
Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder It was tuneful, every spoonful made you yodel louder After dinner Uncle Ben used to fill his fountain pen From a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder 
Chorus Ice cream, cold cream, benzene, gasoline, soup-beans, string beans, floating all around Sponge cake, beefsteak, mistake, stomach ache, creampuffs, earmuffs, many to be found Silk hats, doormats, bed slats, democrats, coco bells, doorbells, beckon you to dine Meatballs, fish balls, mothballs, cannonballs, come on in, the chowder's fine 
Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder From each helping you'll be yelping for a headache powder And if they had it where we are, you might find an Austin car In a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder (chorus) 
Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder You can pack it, you can stack it, all around the larder The plumber died the other day; they embalmed him right away In a bowl of Mrs. Murphy's chowder