Ophelia Murhy's Birthmark - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Ophelia Murhy's Birthmark. 
My friends, I have nearly gone crazy, I'm flatter than Brannigan's beer, All through a deceitful young daisy That lately walked on "on her ear.** I'm shoveling smoke at the gas house. And board up in Avenue A, And there met Ophelia Murphy, A girl that lived over the way. 
Chorus. 
She's the one only daughter of Paddv Murphee, Who was born in the town of Killbeg; She has curls red as carrots, a beak like a parrot's, And a strawberry mark on her leg. 
We went to each place of divarsion, To picnics, to weddings and wakes, And every night in the Summer I'd treat her to ice-cream and cakes; And when we'd return from our rambles, And find the old fogies in bed, We'd sit on the stoop there a-singing, "Swim out for your over you're head. '-Chorus. 
At last came a cruel disaster, We went off one night very gay, To see the great Tony Booth Pastor As Bunthorne in Soolivan's play. Ophelia's eyes, how they sparkled, You'd think she was " crank'd, " I'll engage, When an actor with hair like a woman's Came swaggering out on the stage -Chorus. 
From that, sure she raved of theatres, I think I got what I desarved, Each dollar I had in the bank, boys, Was spent on the seats called resarved In telling the rest of my story I feel like the softest of loons; Last week she ran off with A "eupe" in the Patience Dragoons. 
Chorus. 
When she went she left word that she'd joined the "Balee," But I fear she's turned out a bad egg; If it's crazy I'm going, my trouble's all owing To that strawberry mark on the leg.