"Some Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor,
when the pub was shut for the night,
when out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight,
He lapped up the foamy froth from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat,
And all through the night you could hear the mouse roar,
"Bring on the god-damned cat!"
Sick of being packed like directionless sardines into...
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