Patsy McCann, will you marry my daughter?
Patsy McCann, will my daughter you'll wed?
Ten gold sovereigns right down, I'll give you
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed
St. Peter, St. Paul, and St. Patrick
Are the pictures that hang on the wall
I'll throw them all into the bargain
If you'll marry my daughter at all

Some liquor was spilled on the barroom floor
As the place closed up for the night
When out of his hole came a wee brown mouse
And sat in the pale moon light
He lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor
And back on his haunches he sat
And all night long you could hear him roar:
"Bring on the goddamn cat, OI OI!"

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it went straight to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home


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