When Irish cats are purring,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the tabbies sing.
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the tabbies sing.
When Irish cats are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish cats are purring,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish cats are purring,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
Have your heart stolen here.
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