3 Irishmen, 3 Irishmen digging in a ditch, one called the other one a dirty son of a

Peter Murphy had a goat, a very fine goat was he, he lent it to his lady friend to keep her company

She fed it she fed it she fed it very well, till one day he jumped up and bit her on her

cocktail ginger ale five cents a glass, if you don't like the way this story goes, you can kiss my royal

ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
if you get hit with a bucket of shit,
be sure to close your eyes.