THE MOUSE ON THE BARROOM FLOORSome Guinness was spilled on the barroom floorwhen the pub was shut for the night.Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouseand 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!' HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY, ROSE.
God bless the Irish, the men that God made mad, for all their wars are merry And all their songs are sad...
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