[Intro – Bagpipes & Fiddle]
(Blazing bagpipes cry through the night, fiddle dancing over the light of the barroom glow.)
Let the story begin!!!
[Verse 1]
When the factory whistle fades away and boots hit cobblestone,
The weight of work falls off our backs—we don’t face it alone.
A lantern burns on Harbor Street, a golden guiding flame,
Where every weary working soul can come and speak their name.
Laughter spills through wooden doors and washes pain away,
Bills and bosses lose their power in the music and the sway,
Inside these walls the clock don’t rule, no deadlines here to chase—
Just friends who gather shoulder to shoulder, face to face.
[Verse 2]
There’s fishermen with weathered hands, a nurse in faded blue,
A teacher with a tired grin and stories overdue.
The corner booth’s a courtroom full of poets and old lies,
With glasses raised like battle vows beneath the smoky skies.
Strangers meet and shake like kin, in minutes they belong,
Someone shouts, “Another round!”—and soon they’re singing strong.
Tall tales grow wild and bigger with every pint we pour,
And every laugh creates a bond that brings us back for more.
[Chorus – Gritty Male Choir + Soft Female Harmony]
Raise it high! Raise it proud! Let the whole town hear us sing!
Murphy’s is the beating heart where broken spirits cling!
From the first pour to last call’s chime, we stand as one and free—
In the stories, in the ale, in our shared memory!
Oh Murphy’s! We’ll never stand alone!
In Murphy’s we have found our home!
[Bridge – Soft Build]
When the rain keeps falling and the road feels long,
When hope feels quiet but we keep holding on,
There’s a door that’s open and a fire that’s warm
Where friendship rises above the storm.
(Male choir enters)
No crown, no king could claim this ground—
Here loyalty and laughter are forever found.
[Instrumental Break – Fiddle Solo → Bagpipe Surge → Stomping Claps]
(Crowd claps, boots stomp the floor, glasses raised high. Music swells and surges like a celebration turning wild)
[Verse 3]
Murphy wipes the glasses slow, he’s heard it all before,
Every heartbreak, every victory echoing from the door.
Sawdust hides the scars we’ve made, the secrets that we keep,
But trust is built on shared regrets and promises we reap.
The jukebox hums rebellion songs, the rafters shake with cheer,
Strangers leave as family by the time they disappear.
No matter where the winding roads of life may take us far,
This pub remains the compass point
the place we are.
[Final Chorus – Full Choir, Powerful]
Raise it high! Raise it proud! Let the whole town hear us sing!
Murphy’s is the beating heart where broken spirits cling!
From the first pour to last call’s chime, we stand as one and free
In the stories, in the ale, in our shared memory!
Oh Murphy’s! We’ll never stand alone!
In Murphy’s we have found our home!
[Outro – Instrumental Fade]
(Bagpipes hold a long proud note. Fiddle echoes gently)
Welcome to Murphy’s, where the spirit always stays alive!!!!!
