| lyric | 1. Tim Finnegan lived in Wallin' Street, [Watling street, Walkin Street]
a gentleman Irish mighty odd,
He had a tongue both rich und sweet
and to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of a tippling way,
With a love of the lquor poor Tim was born,
And to help him on with is work each day
He’d a drop of the cratur ev’ry morn.
Chorus:
Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you
Lots of fun an Finnegan’s Wake.
2. One morning Tim was rather full.
His head felt heavy which made him shake.
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull,
So they carried him home, his corpse to wake.
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet,
And laid him out upon the bed,
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head.
3. His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch.
First they brought in tay and cakes,
Then pipes, tobaccos and whiskey punch.
Miss Biddy 0""Brien began to cry
""Such a neat, clean corpse did you ever see?
Yarrah Tim avoumeen, why did you die?""
“Ah, hold your tongue!"" says Paddy Magee.
3. Then Biddy O""Connor took up the moan.
""Oh,Biddy,"" says she,""You're wrong, I'm sure.""
But Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor.
Oh then the mighty war did rage,
'Twas woman to woman and man to man.
Shillelagh law did all engage
And a row and a ruction soon began.
4. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head,
When a naggin of whiskey flew at him.
It missed him , falling on the bed.
The liquor splattered over Tim.
Bedad he revives and see how he rises!
And Timothy rising from the bed!
Says ""Fling your whiskey round like blazes,
T’anam 'an diabhail, do you think I'm dead?"" |