Come on, now, I really want to know. Someone could get hurt.
Probably the same wise-ass who put the benzadrine in Mrs. Murphy’s Ovaltine.
“Down went McClosky—in his best Sunday clothes!”
I don’t know but, I hear it’s the Irish thing to do.
Has anybody here seen Kelly?
Kelly with the green necktie?
I can lick the Mick that threw the overalls in Missus Murphy’s chowder!!!
Eve:
Is his hair red?
Are his eyes blue?
Is he Oirish through and through?
…Nope, haven’t seen him.
Close, Ike.
"His eyes are red and his hair is blue,
He is pickled through and through . . .
Has anybody here seen Kelly?
Kelly from the Emerald Isle?"
—Nora Bayes
Well, I see SOMEONE has the anti-Hibernian version, pandering to all the evil ethnic stereotypes.
My copy, the copy all right-thinking Americans own, is the story of a poor Irish girl looking for her boyfriend Kelly on old Broadway, and her plaintive cry of “For his hair is red, his eyes are blue, and he’s Oirish through and through…Has anybody here seen Kelly? Kelly from the Emerald Isle!”
I suppose your copy of “Cohen Owes Me Ninety-Seven Dollars” contains references to blood libel?
Hmmm—I have the 1910 Nora Bayes version, in which she also sings, “Has anybody here seen Levy—I mean, Kelly?”
Nora, if you’ll recall, weas born “Dora Goldberg.”
Ah! I knew it! Another example of the age-old resentment between the hod-carriers and the pawnbrokers…
It was me. I’m that Oirish mick with eu=yes so blue and I’m Oirish true and true.
Why did I do it?
She was pronouncing CHOW-DER wrong.
I remember a 1960’s or 70’s parody; “Who put the Benzadrene in Mrs Murphy’s Ovaltine”. Anyone know who wrote/recorded it?
I’ve only heard this song on wax cylinder and thought it was a long-forgotten tune. Guess not. Blew my mind to see it as a thread subject; thanks for making my Wednesday more interesting!
It was written and recorded by Harry “The Hipster” Gibson back in the mid-1940s. It’s available on many different discs; do a song search on Amazon.
Now…who put the Nembutals in Mister Murphy’s overalls?
…probably the same yegg who stole the keeshka.
While we’re on the subject:
Where did Robinson Crusoe go with Friday on Saturday night?
Who played poker with Pocahantas while John Smith was away?
Who ate napoleons with Josephine while Bonaparte was away?
(I am not making these up, they’re all real songs from the 1910s!)