A man names Pat Murphy of Drumlinney, Stranooden, Co. Monaghan was coming home from the Bog one day. He had had a wee drop too much potential and was very drunk indeed.
Suddenly he dropped off to sleep and his horse stopped and began to graze on the roadside.
While he slept along came a man, who losses the horse and took it away. When Pat woke sometime later on there was no sign of the animal.
Pat went to a neighbouring house and asked the woman if his horse was in he stable.
“No”, she replied.
Pat scratched his head. “Well,” he says at long last.
“If I’m Pat Murphy