كلمات Fuck You, You're Irish

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