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Finnegan's Wake - The Clancy Brothers

Tim Finnegan lived in Walking Street

A gentle Irishman 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 poor

Tim 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

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

Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet

And laid him out upon the bed

A bottle of whiskey at his feet

And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now

Dance to yer partner a

Round the flure yer trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends assembled at the wake

And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch

First she brought in tay and cake

Then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien began to cry

Such a nice clean corpse

Did you ever see

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

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job

Biddy says she you're wrong I'm sure

Biddy gave her a belt in the gob

And left her sprawling on the floor

Then the war did soon engage

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

Mickey Maloney rise his head

When a bucket of whiskey flew at him

It missed and falling on the bed

The liquor scattered over Tim

He got her revives

See how he rises

Timothy rising from the bed

Saying Whittle your whiskey around like blazes

It 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