Mcgee Save a Pint Save a Pence
Mick, Mike and McGee
Were at the pub together
Just sitting at the bar
Talking about work, and the weather
When Mick looks down and sees a fly,
floating on the froth of his beer
Motions for The Bartender, saying
"What in the hell we have here"
The Bartender sees the fly
Then looked Mick straight in the face
I'll pour a fresh one my good friend
And he did so, employing great hast
It wasn't a moment till Mike, found the same
Floating around in his brew
He pulled out the fly, pressed the glass to his lips
And drank it until it was through
McGee saw the same when he gazes in his pint
And quick, pulled the fly from his stout
And shaking him by his wee little wings
Demanding that he spit it out !
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