She was an Italian girl from the west side of town    she looked lovely in a low cut wedding gown    all the Newfie boys they knew her name    but old Murphy’s boy loved her just the same       He’d grown up hard he’d grown up rough    he liked his pints ice cold and his meat to be tough    the youngest son his daddy’s pride and joy    he had laid out many an Italian boy       But lovers are lovers and all was pushed aside    when Vito’s daughter became a Newfie’s bride    the drink it flowed at the Rubina Hall    in between trips to the bathroom stall       chorus:    God blesses some on their wedding day    to others he closes his eyes to say    I give ye free will so now you’re on your own    cause I’ve got me a headache and I’m going home       If looks could kill the floor would be red    when a Newfie and Italian sharing the same bed    Toronto was not prepared for what was to come    at 1:30 am the fun had just begun       The sister of the bride had racked up quite a score    barman said she could have no more    he offered her coffee in its stead    and when he turned she broke a bottle on his head       Mr. Murphy had witnessed the affair    so he carried her screaming back to her chair    but the machismo of her brothers it was high    and the littlest one sucker punched him in the eye       (chorus)       So the room exploded and all jumped in the fray    the Italian girls in their mini skirts made many a Newfie’s day    the blood began to flow and the chairs began to fly    the maid jumped upon Mr. Murphy’s back to choke him with his tie       But Murphy was a rugged sort who paid her little mind    as he laid out all her brothers two and three at a time    then he paused to catch his breath and felt her hanging round    so he sent her thru the window into the center of town       Patrolman Jesse James had just begun his shift    and the illegal parked cars made his trigger finger itch    he saw her flying in a dumpster did she land    called the dispatcher and said ‘we’ve a problem on our hands’       (chorus)       So he made his way upstairs but when he got inside    a flying bottle of Sangria tore a gash underneath his eye    so he crawled to the radio said ‘officer needs a blow’    and the TPD said boys here we go       So the squad cars come rolling 5 at a time    and the cops came charging in and formed a picket line    they cut a swath thru the room and made a beeline for the bar    where a man was braining the band with a bass guitar       Soon Mr. Murphy was alone but still quite a load    a Newfie with a reason to explode    but a dozen cops they held his arms at bay    and with the help of hickory they took his fight away       (chorus)       That left no one standing and the groom fought his way inside    his men had locked him in the kitchen to keep his new in-laws alive    yet his loving bride had left and swore family revenge    and from that day on they never spoke again       I hear the marriage was annulled before the ink was dry    father McAndrew handled the paperwork thru a swollen eye    he said the Lord has his reasons for everything they say    but at least I laid a few out meeself that glorious day       So gather around people a story I do tell    bout a North Country wedding the combatants I know well    A Newfie and Italian stepped in that wedding ring    they made it a few hours, now that’s quite a thing       (chorus)