Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh

There she is, the Irish coast.

Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor

when the pub was shut for the night.

Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse

and stood in the pale moonlight.

He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,

then back on his haunches he sat.

And all night long you could hear him roar,

'Bring on the goddam cat!'*

*drinking song called (mostly) The Drunken Mouse with various authors sited.