Tim Finnegan lived in walkin Street a gentleman Irish mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
But the love for the liquor he was born
To help him on his way each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Then one morning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
When they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet they laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Well his friends assembled at the wake
And Misses Finnegan called for lunch
Well first she brought some tay and cake
Then pipes tobacco and brandy punch
And the widow Malone began to cry
Ah such a lovely corpse did you ever see
Arrah Tim avourneen why did you die?
Will ye hould your gob? said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Oh well Maggie O'Connor took up the job
And Biddy she says how right you are
Well Biddy gave her a belt in the Gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
A civil war did engage t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Well Tim Maloney ducked his head
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It ducked and landing on the bed the whiskey scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives and see how he rises
Tim Finnegan rising in the bed
Saying Whittle your whiskey around like blazes
T'underin' Jaysus do ye think I'm dead?
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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