Hammer
Hey—nix on that stuff! Shure, it was just a breath of ould Ireland, I can see me old mither going down the path. And I can see me father. I can see me ould— Hoo! Hoo! Diddly-diddly-doo! Diddly-doo! Diddly-doo! Diddly-doo! Hoo! Diddly-diddly-doo! Hoo, goes the weasel!
There goes the weasel, now.