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