Patsy McCann, will you marry my daughter?nPatsy McCann, will my daughter you'll wed?nTen gold sovereigns right down, I'll give younA three-legged stool and a fine feather bednSt. Peter, St. Paul, and St. PatricknAre the pictures that hang on the wallnI'll throw them all into the bargainnIf you'll marry my daughter at allnnSome liquor was spilled on the barroom floornAs the place closed up for the nightnWhen out of his hole came a wee brown mousenAnd sat in the pale moon lightnHe lapped up the liquor on the barroom floornAnd back on his haunches he satnAnd all night long you could hear him roar:nBring on the goddamn cat, OI OI!nnShow me the way to go homenI'm tired and I want to go to bednI had a little drink about an hour agonAnd it went straight to my headnWhere ever I may roamnOn land or sea or foamnYou will always hear me singing this songnShow me the way to go home