Mrs. Murphy Poem by David Keig

I’m sad, Mrs Murphy, I’m sad
At a time when I should be glad
I’ve got me a wife for the rest of my life
So why sad, Mrs Murphy, am i?

I’m shy, Mrs Murphy, I’m shy
Now I guess you are wondering why
On my wedding day I confess that I’m gay
That’s why shy, Mrs Murphy, am i.

I’m bad, Mrs Murphy, I’m bad
That’s the reason I am so sad
Last night with the boys I discovered new joys
That’s why bad, Mrs Murphy, am i.