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Tim Finnegan lived in Watkins Street
A gentleman Irish, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world, he carried a hud (a hud)
You see, he'd a sort of the Tiplin way
With a love for the liquor, poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the crater every morning
Whack all of that now, don't see a partner
Who'll up the floor, you're gonna shake
Wasn't it the truth that told you lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake?
One morning Tim felt rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home, his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey on his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack all of that now, don't see a partner
Who'll up the floor, you're gonna shake
Wasn't it the truth that told you lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake?
(Ooh) His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Fiddy O'Brien began to cry, Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim of Arnene, why did you die? I shat your god, said Patty McGee
Whack all of that now, don't see a partner
Who'll up the floor, you're gonna shake
Wasn't it the truth that told you lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake?
(Okay) Maggie O'Connell took up the job
"Oh, Biddy says she a wrong" I'd sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
Was woman to woman and man to man
Shalalala was all a rage
When the row and the ruction soon began
Whack all of that now, don't see a partner
Who'll up the floor, you're gonna shake
Wasn't it the truth that told you lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake?
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
Nick Maloney ducked his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed and landed on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revived, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying, "Whirl your whiskey around like blazers, Tana Mandel, do you think I'm dead?"
Whack all of that now, don't see a partner
Who'll up the floor, you're gonna shake
Wasn't it the truth that told you lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake?
Whack all of that now, don't see a partner
Who'll up the floor, you're gonna shake
Wasn't it the truth that told you lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake?
Written by: P. Clancy, T. Clancy, Tommy Makem, W. Clancy
