He rambled to an Irish wake on one St. Patrick's night,
They asked him what he'd like to drink, they meant to treat him right.
But like the old Kilkenny cats, their backs began to arch,
When he called for orange phosphate, on the seventeenth of March.
"Didn't He Ramble" by Will Handy, DigTrad filename[ DIDRAMBL
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