Ah, I know a young man by the name of Mike Hogan,
He's plaguing me out of me life,
He have a big daughter named Brigit,
He asked me to make her my wife.
She stands six feet four in her stockings
And the likes you have never ‘fore see
So when I go to walk out beside her,
My elbow just come to her knee.

Patsy McCann will you marry my daughter,
Oh! Patsy McCann it’s my daughter you'll wed;
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you,
A three legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul and Saint Patrick -
All the pictures that hang on the wall,
I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry my daughter at all.

Now, I’m married to big Brigit Hogan
She's mine for better or worse,
I thought it the blessing she brought me
It deemed to have changed to a curse.
She bites me and kicks me and slains me
And my life she is pining away,
My six foot four beauty's a caution
And her father was worse for he said:

Patsy McCann will you marry my daughter,
Patsy McCann it’s my daughter you'll wed;
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you,
A three legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul and Saint Patrick -
All the pictures that hang on the wall,
I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry my daughter at all.

"Usually known as ‘Patsy McCann’, a comic Irish song that possibly originated for the American Vaudeville stage."
Jim Carroll