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In a Sow’s Ear

If you live in Montana, you know where Butte is. I’m told that Federal agents who have displeased their masters or otherwise messed up an assignment may be stationed in Butte as a disciplinary measure ” but that could be a rumor.Butte boasts a raft of ethnic races which creates a rich mixture of customs and traditions and neighborhoods.

When the potato famine in Ireland forced thousands of Ireland’s best to emigrate to the new country, they weren’t exactly welcomed with glad cries. Scores wound up in Butte, Montana. The following is a tribute to Butte’s Irish. It can be sung, but you have to make up your own tune ” and it must be rollicking.

If You’re Irish

When Paddy Murphy got off the boat,

They told him he wasn’t much;

Butte, Montana, for the likes of you,

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And you’ll dwell in Dublin Gulch.

For if you’re Irish, If you’re Irish,

‘Tis no matter what you wish,

Corned beef, cabbage, and taters and such,

Begorra, you’ll dwell in Dublin Gulch.

In Butte, there’s Poles, some Greeks and Serbs,

Italians and Dutch and Finns,

Germans, Norskies and also Swedes

And bloody Englishmen.

But if you’re Irish, If you’re Irish,

‘Tis no matter what you wish,

Corned beef, cabbage, and taters and such,

Begorra, you’ll dwell in Dublin Gulch.

The miners in Butte work underground,

With pick axe and drill they bust

Up the coal and fill the blind-mule cars,

And their lungs with black coal dust.

But if they’re Irish, If they’re Irish,

‘Tis no matter what they wish,

Corned beef, cabbage, and taters and such,

Begorra, they dwell in Dublin Gulch.

The Irishmen take their leisure at

The jolly old M & M,

Drinking boilermakers while they cuss

The bloody Englishmen.

But if they’re Irish, If they’re Irish,

‘Tis no matter what they wish,

Corned beef, cabbage, and taters and such,

Begorra, they dwell in Dublin Gulch.

The cops in Butte sure are handsome lads

Patrolling the streets of Butte,

Wear a uniform and shiny badge,

And colleens all think they’re cute.

But if they’re Irish, If they’re Irish,

‘Tis no matter what they wish,

Corned beef, cabbage, and taters and such,

Begorra, they dwell in Dublin Gulch.

Now Paddy Murphy he fell in love,

A lassie with raven hair;

They tied the knot on St. Patrick’s day,

Man and wife, a bonny pair.

But oh, they’re Irish, Sure they’re Irish,

‘Tis no matter what they wish,

Corned beef, cabbage, and taters and such,

Begorra, they’ll dwell in Dublin Gulch.